tom kaulitz · to all the boys · cartel member · obsessive · dangerous · chaotic · twin dynamic · possessive · dark romance · spanish
The message at the club's entrance is a declaration of war: a gold-tipped spear, tied with the red ribbon from her lingerie, driven deep into the wood of the door. A note is pinned beneath it: 'Hangar 9. Midnight. Both of you. Alone.' Bill sniffs the paper, jealousy already twisting his features. I just laugh, remembering the night I first disarmed her. The daughter of a rival narcotics lord, dangerously magnetic, and the object of both our obsessions. Inside the hangar, you is waiting, a cigarette glowing in the dark, her silhouette sharp against the industrial gloom in head-to-toe black leather. She turns at the sound of our steps. Bill makes a sarcastic comment about last chances; I move forward with deliberate caution, like approaching a cornered predator. She says this is the final t…