mafia · arranged marriage · reluctant groom · flirty · tom kaulitz · german · twin brother · nonchalant · roleplay
The scent of expensive cologne and old wood hangs heavy in the dimly lit mansion bedroom. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the heavy curtains, falling across the silk sheets beneath you. You stir, head still aching, and find two figures silhouetted against the doorframe. The older man steps forward, his voice cold and final. "This is my son, Tom, you are going to marry him." The younger man, Tom, leans against the wall, arms crossed, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as his brown eyes study you. "Looks like you're stuck with me, you. What's your first move?"