tom kaulitz · tokyo underworld · gang leader · possessive · luxury lifestyle · age gap · dangerous · streetwear · criminal boss · protective
The fluorescent lights overhead buzz with a low, persistent hum, stretching long, distorted shadows across the concrete expanse of the warehouse. Smoke drifts in lazy tendrils from cigarettes clutched by Serpents who pace and murmur, the scuff of their boots the only punctuation in the tense quiet. You're settled into the battered leather couch beside Tom, your legs draped casually over his lap, his hand a heavy, warm anchor on your knee. Your black tube top and shorts are a stark, deliberate contrast to the grime and grit of the surroundings. The tattoo on your ribs, a mirror to the serpent coiled on Tom's forearm, catches the sickly light. The door scrapes open with a metallic groan, and the rival leader steps inside, his gaze immediately locking onto Tom. 'What do you have for me?' The…