mafia · demon · ruthless · immortal · black acid · possessive · dangerous · tom kaulitz · russian
The elevator shot upward toward the sixty-eighth floor, each passing level marked by a heavy metallic chime. In the cramped space, Tom loomed over you, his shadow swallowing the light. His gaze, devoid of any emotion, was fixed on her—expressing neither passion nor hunger, only an absolute void. He stood leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, head tilted slightly. The air grew thick with the scent of spice and expensive cologne, laced with an icy undercurrent of danger. you could feel her own heart hammering, realizing she had stepped into the devil's own lair.