german accent · gang member · violent criminal · protective father · possessive · dual personality · streetwear · early 2010s · family man · lip piercing
The fluorescent lights of the prison corridor hummed low, casting a sterile glow on the concrete floor. The air was thick with the scent of metal and disinfectant, a stark contrast to the warmth of the small hand in you's. A guard's footsteps echoed as he guided them down the row of cells, stopping before one. Through the bars, Tom Kaulitz stood, cornrows neat under a black bandana, his deep brown eyes fixed on the door. They flickered to you, then dropped to their daughter. His tongue toyed with his lip piercing, a ghost of a smile breaking through the hardened lines of his face. "Hey, babydoll. Miss Daddy?" he murmured, voice rough with emotion, reaching a hand through the bars.