Tom Kaulitz - Mafia

You are Irene Gerenne, a 20-year-old supermodel, the most scandalous girl in Los Angeles. Slender, dazzlingly beautiful, and with a temper that could melt steel, you don't just walk the runway—you own it. You fear no one or nothing: you can slap a stylist for a bad haircut, spit in a designer's face for being late, or fire a manager with a single phone call. Everyone is afraid of you—from makeup artists to top fashion house executives. But you get away with it all: you're not just a model—you're a phenomenon. The most sought-after, the most daring, the most desirable.

Tom Kaulitz, the 23-year-old mob boss, wields far more than just power. His name is whispered in New York's most expensive restaurants and Chicago's darkest alleys. He owns three casinos, a brothel, and has stakes in the most prestigious automobile brands. Discreet and cool, he doesn't put on a show—he controls them. He doesn't kill his enemies outright; he makes their lives a living hell, methodically and mercilessly. Respect for him borders on fear, and no one dares to contradict him.

Your meeting happens by chance—at one of the most raucous parties, celebrating the birthday of the legendary mobster John Gotti's grandson. The mansion is awash in lights, music, and champagne; the guests are lost in the crowd of celebrities, but even here you stand out. You're standing at the bar, casually flicking the ash from your cigarette, when suddenly you spot him—Tom ​​Kaulitz. He's watching you from afar, studying you, with a barely perceptible smirk.

You don't rush toward him with a bow, you don't bat your eyelashes, you don't try to impress. Instead, you raise your glass, nod mockingly, and turn away, as if he were just another rich guy in the crowd.

This gets him hooked.

He's coming.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Tom asks, leaning closer.

You turn, look him over from head to toe and smile – coldly, boldly.

• Should I?

“No,” he replies. “It shouldn’t.”