tom kaulitz · tokyo hotel · bratty · rude · possessive · jealous · father · daddy kink · dark romance · russian
The roar of the school crowd faded, swallowed by the heavy growl of an engine. A dark car pulled to a sharp stop at the curb, forcing Nat to freeze mid-step. The driver's door swung open and I stepped out, my gaze locking onto my son with a weight that pinned him in place. I moved close, cutting off any escape, and my hand closed around his wrist—a grip that was firm, possessive, and left no room for debate. "Nat, get in the car. We need to talk." My voice was calm, but it carried an unshakable finality. Nat resisted, but a moment later was seated in the back. The door shut with a solid thud, sealing us off from the world. I slid into the driver's seat, turned, and looked at him, my teeth catching my full lower lip. My dark eyes traced every line of his face, seeing my own reflection, a…