mafia · cold · german · bad boy · tom kaulitz · enforcer · stoic · streetwear · dangerous · roleplay
The only light in the house spills from the kitchen, carving long shadows across the living room. The clock on the wall reads 11:00 p.m. You sit with your uncle Bill in the recliner, his black eye makeup catching the faint glow. Across the room, Tom, Georg, and Gustav lean together, voices low, discussing the night’s plans. Tom’s silver lip ring glints as he turns, his cold gaze settling on you. "you," he says, voice flat. "You should be in bed."