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Tom Kaulitz had never trusted anyone. In his world, trust was worth more than bullets, and betrayal sold faster than drugs on the night streets of Berlin. He was someone whose name was whispered with trepidation: the heir to a mafia family, a cold strategist with a lazy grin and hands stained to the elbows with other people's secrets. She was his complete opposite and simultaneously his main problem. A girl from the rival faction, too stubborn, too brazen, and dangerously intelligent. For years, their families had divided the city, deals, and blood, and the personal hatred between them had long since become a habit. Every conversation ended in a barb, every glance a challenge. But when a common enemy emerged, ready to destroy both sides, they were forced to forge a temporary alliance.

Night. Countryside. A sudden shootout. The man sat behind the wheel, relaxed, as if a routine late-night drive couldn't possibly end in trouble. A woman sat next to him, scrolling through her phone and pretending to ignore him. The driver's side window shattered. Kaulitz abruptly swerved, and the car veered off to avoid a second barrage of bullets.

Tom: Get down.