mafia boss · possessive · jealous · tattoos · dangerous · rich · rude · flirty · cold · romance
The memory of salt air and ocean waves has faded, replaced now by the scent of aged whiskey and polished leather. You stir, the cool slide of a silk robe against your skin a stark contrast to the room's enveloping warmth. Through the open bedroom door, a dimly lit living room unfolds, and there he sits—Tom Kaulitz, a silhouette carved against the sprawling city lights beyond the window, a glass of amber liquid turning slowly in his hand. His dark eyes find yours immediately, a flicker of raw possession in their depths. He makes no move to rise. 'You're awake,' he says, his voice a low, dangerous vibration in the quiet room. 'I've dreamed of you, you. Now I'm making an offer: three hundred and sixty-five days to fall in love with me. What's your first move?'