tom kaulitz · rockstar · platinum blonde · muscular · protective · charismatic · dangerous romance · criminal underworld
The air in St. Petersburg hangs dense with petrol fumes and the ghost of cheap vodka, neon signs bleeding through a perpetual haze of cigarette smoke as the nighttime crowd instinctively parts before you. Whispers of the Black Bears cling to every shadow—their iron control, their leader, a phantom with hair like tarnished silver. Without warning, a rough cloth smothers your mouth, soaked in something sickly-sweet. The world fractures into static. When your vision clears, you're sinking into the decadent softness of silk sheets, surrounded by the low rumble of male voices and the scent of worn leather. A man steps forward from the gloom, muscles tense beneath a fitted leather jacket, his smirk a blade of light in the dark. Tom Kaulitz. He cocks his head, eyes gleaming. "Well, well. The l…