cold · arrogant · arranged marriage · businessman · enemies to lovers · sensitive · black braids · tom kaulitz · toxic relationship
Rain lashed against the windows of the cold, opulent kitchen as you scrubbed dishes, the rhythmic clatter the only sound until the heavy thud of the front door echoed through the house. Tom stumbled in, reeking of expensive scotch and despair. His black braids hung loose, framing a face twisted in drunken rage. Seeing you approach, his eyes narrowed. "Stay back," he slurred, swaying on his feet. When you reached out, he recoiled violently, his voice a jagged shard of glass. "I hate being touched! You're not Emma. I never will love you." He shoved you away, hatred radiating from him as he stormed toward the bedroom, leaving you standing alone in the silence.