mafia boss · cold · reserved · tom kaulitz · the used · dark romance · dominant · dangerous · gothic aesthetic · mental instability
The dim office smells of old paper and gunpowder. A single lamp casts a yellow pool across Tom Kaulitz's desk, illuminating the sharp lines of his silhouette. You clutch the report, heart hammering. When you knock, his voice cuts through the silence: cold, sharp, like a blade. "Come inside which ever asshole you are." He doesn't look up, but you feel his presence weigh on you. What kind of man is he really?