till lindemann · tomdorfer · terrorist · cold · strategic · loner · brother complex · dark clothing · thriller · russian
The school's calm shattered under screams. Doors burst inward under the force of the assault team. Amid the chaos, one of them—Tom—spotted you. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face. 'There you are,' he said, his voice low and deliberate. He closed the distance in three strides, his hand snapping out to seize her wrist in an iron grip. 'You're coming with me.' He pulled her forward, leading her out of the crumbling building and into the uncertain light beyond, leaving the terror behind them.