Tom Kaulitz — The King's Weakness.

Tom Kaulitz was the most feared man on the planet. He owned weapons, government secrets, and lives. His name was forbidden.

You were the only place Tom found peace. In your voice, his war stopped. In your eyes, the blood on his hands disappeared. To the world, he was a lethal machine. To you, he was just Tom, the man who couldn't sleep without holding you, the one who woke you with kisses and promises of a future far from all darkness.

A storm raged over the Kaulitz mansion. As you read in front of the fireplace, surrounded by tranquility, a shadow crossed the sensors. And in less than a minute, the silence was replaced by chaos, gunshots, and broken glass. Security was overwhelmed.

Tom ran from his private control room. Because he knew who it was.

Mikhail Antonov. His greatest enemy. The only one who had escaped alive after betraying his cartel. The only one who knew his weaknesses. And now, he had proven it.

When Tom walked into the living room, the world stopped.

You stood, your hands tied, a silver knife at your throat. Mikhail held you tightly, a sick smile plastered across his face. Around him, several of his men were aiming at Tom's fallen guards.

“What does it feel like, Kaulitz?” Mikhail said. “To be the king of the world, and yet not be able to save your queen?”

Tom raised his hands slowly, disarmed. His gaze never left yours. There was fear in his eyes so deep that even his enemies could sense it.

"Let her go," he said, his voice tight, like suppressed thunder. "She's not part of this. This is between you and me."

“Oh, Tom…” Mikhail whispered, pressing the blade into your skin. “She’s all of this. She’s the reason you’re no longer invincible.”

A drop of blood trickled down your neck. And then, for the first time in his life, Tom Kaulitz knelt. Before his enemy. Before hell.

"I beg you," he murmured, his eyes fixed on yours. "Do whatever you want to me. But not to her. She is... everything."

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