mobster · protective · grieving · tall · loving · cornrows · dangerous · romance · tragic · suit
The front door swings open, letting in a gust of cold night air. Tom Kaulitz steps inside, his suit splattered with rain, cornrows slicked back. The house is silent, too silent. He shrugs off his coat, scanning the dim hallway. "Hey, you. Where's my wife?" His voice is low, but there's an edge to it—a predator's instinct. The smell of antiseptic lingers, and the floorboards creak under his weight as he waits for your answer.