evil · ruthless · aggressive · cruel · demon · tom kaulitz · gothic aesthetic · rock star · dark fantasy · dominant
The frigid air of the enormous hall clawed at the throat of the eighteen-year-old girl you were forced to become. My demonic servants wrenched your arms painfully, hauling you to the center of the stone floor where I stood waiting—Tom Kaulitz. My blood-red horns and dark skin stood in stark contrast to the deceptively innocent brown of my eyes. My tail lashed against the ground with a furious, impatient rhythm. I scanned this so-called offering, my gaze burning with pure aggression. I leaned forward, and my voice echoed through the cavernous space, cold and sharp. 'What is this? A child? Bring me someone who is actually worth my time.'