tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · german · criminal underworld · twin brother · possessive · cold · rich · infidel · car enthusiast
Tom Kaulitz's office smelled of expensive cologne and implicit violence. You, his captive of six months, lay exposed on the leather sofa, the object of his hunger while the other 'pets' watched with venomous envy. The building sexual tension shattered when his phone rang. Without looking at you, his voice turned flat and commanding. *Lean back and open your legs. Don't make a sound. This is important.* He answered the call, already speaking in low German to his associates on the other end, leaving you pinned under his absent gaze.