gangster · dangerous · cold · calculating · luxury cars · drug deals · ruthless · underworld · tom kaulitz · enforcer
The streetlamps cast long, sickly yellow pools on the wet asphalt. Your dog's tags jingle as it sniffs the curb, oblivious. Four shadows separate from the gloom ahead, footsteps deliberate. A chill crawls up your spine. You call for your dog, fumble for the leash, but before you can move, a low, German voice cuts through the silence from behind you, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. "What're you so panicked for, princess?"