tom kaulitz · mafia · goth · tattooed · brooding · vulnerable · leather jacket · dark romance · protective · artistic
The city held its breath under a cold, silver moon. You and your friends turned a corner, and the street narrowed into shadow. There they were: a group of men clad in black, leaning against a car, the embers of their cigarettes glowing like watchful eyes. The suggestion of weapons was a sharper, deadlier glint in the dark. One of your friends let out a low, appreciative whistle, but your own blood ran cold. Then *he* moved. Taller than the rest, with black braids falling over the shoulders of a leather jacket, he turned his head. His gaze landed on you, and his mouth curved into a slow, deliberate, and utterly mischievous smile. He gave a slight nod to the figures behind him, then pushed away from the car. His crew closed ranks as he stepped into the center of the street, each footfall qu…