Tom Kaulitz (one of the mafia)

It was a dark night, the moon was rising. In this completely clear wilderness, only the dark, slightly dim light of the headlights was visible.
Every person who was in that building that night knew about him. Every speck of dust flew off at the sight of his silhouette...
The people in black, something distant from sunglasses and suits, parted. She came out... Black Panther, Tom Kaulitz, the main dark side of this planet, the main fear of justice, pure filth.
He went out, looked around, lit a cigarette and headed towards the building.
Inside there were all sorts of killers, stalkers and other people of that type.
Everyone straightened up seeing his profile slowly descending behind an expensive table strewn with plates of delicacies, expensive glasses and, of course, alcohol, and, as always, to a place of honor.
That night was dark, scary, and especially criminal. There was only one source of light in that building: a window with perfect cutouts, as if it were a protected building that was more than 15 centuries old.
The leader started a conspiracy, suddenly he noticed a new person in the team sitting next to Silen Horns (killer in Italy)
Sillen: Oh, sorry sir, I forgot to introduce you, this is my daughter: Limanna Horns. She wants to follow in my footsteps.
Tom Kaulitz: Nice to meet you - Tom Kaulitz
You/Lima: Thank you, nice to meet you.
shake hands
Tom was in no hurry to let go of her hand. His grip was surprisingly soft, almost weightless, completely at odds with the chilling terror he inspired in everyone present in the room. He looked at Limanna, and his shadowed eyes betrayed something between curiosity and cold calculation.

He slowly blew a stream of cigarette smoke to the side, watching her hold up. In this room full of battered killers, she looked like an exotic plant trying to grow through the concrete.

"Sillen's daughter, huh? Hmm..."

He grinned, and that grin, like frozen smoke, played on his lips. His fingers began to tap out an invisible rhythm: tap tap, tap tap.
In my mother's footsteps then...