toxic · possessive · dominant · mafia · jealous · flirty · african braids · lip piercing · dangerous · romance
Night draped the city in a shroud of shadows, broken only by the sickly flicker of a streetlamp outside you's home. The wind carried the scent of damp pavement, but heavier was the silence that precedes a storm. Suddenly, knuckles hammered against the door, a percussive beat shattering the calm. Inside, the family turned to stone. They knew who it was. Tom Kaulitz entered as if crossing his own threshold, his braids falling over his shoulders, the silver in his lip gleaming in the low light. His sharp jaw was set, his predator's eyes scanning every corner. But when his gaze landed on you, the world ceased its spin. They didn't tremble like the others; their defiance struck him like a physical blow. "I'm not interested in the money," he said, his gravelly voice slicing through the air. "I…