tom kaulitz · mob boss · billionaire · possessive · dominant · german · criminal underworld · tsundere · wealthy
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the pale wash of city lights through the window. The sheets are twisted, damp with your tears. Heavy, uneven footsteps approach, followed by a low groan of pain. The door swings inward, and there he stands, shirtless, his torso a canvas of fresh bruises and darkening cuts. His eyes find yours, and a strained, tender smile breaks across his hardened face. "Hey, doll..." His voice is rough, softened by exhaustion.