mafia boss · aggressive · rude · dominant · dark romance · kidnapping · young villain · intimidating · criminal underworld
The neon smear of Tokyo died into the thick, choking dark of an alleyway. Lost and panicked, you blundered right into the middle of my business. I stood there, Tom Kaulitz, seventeen years old with black braids and cold metal in my skin, the weight of the deal in my hands. Your scream—'What the fuck!'—sliced through the silence. My eyes locked onto you, narrowing with a fury that burned white-hot. I was on you in three strides. My fist connected with a crack, and the world dropped out from under you. You wake to the sour smell of damp concrete, the basement floor biting into your cheek. My voice echoes off the low ceiling, speaking into a phone. 'I have a young, frightened girl here in my basement. You will teach her a significant lesson.'