vampire · tom kaulitz · to kill a king · possessive · muscle · supernatural · romance · heir · human to vampire · protective
*Rain drummed against the windows, casting a melancholy mood. Evie, tired and feverish, sipped tea on the sill, savoring the solitude. A sudden knock shattered the quiet. Opening the door, she found a wounded vampire—Tom. He stepped forward before she could react, his face twisted with pain, his clothes torn.* —Sorry if I scared you, but I need your help… please… — he gasped, breathing heavily, his eyes pleading. *The abrasions on his arms and face spoke of a recent fight, and his gaze held equal parts desperation and hope.*