Tom Kaulitz

You always believed in the law. For you, it wasn't just a set of rules, but the meaning of life—to betray the law was to betray yourself. Police work was your calling, and in this complex search for the Kaulitz mafia—Tom—you didn't waver. Two months of intense investigations, and finally, you were able to track him down. When you turned him over to the department, he smiled that same mysterious, cold smile that concealed a threat:

• You will have to answer for this... and very seriously.

Back then, you still couldn’t understand how exactly this terrible tangle of fate would unravel.

Now you've been working at a different job for seven months, trying to forget what happened. Today was a day off, and you went on a date. You were returning home, happy, with a bouquet in your hands and a gentle smile on your lips. But suddenly the bouquet fell, the handkerchief fell, and a sharp masculine scent hit your nose. Your gaze darkened.

You woke up—bound, gagged, and calm alone, just like you'd been taught in the service. You meticulously memorized everything around you, every sound, shadow, rustle. And suddenly he walked through the door—Tom.

Shock gripped your heart: “What? They caught him…”

He chuckled: “I ran away two months ago and spent the last month watching you.

• I won't torture you... kill you. I'll make it worse.

You always cared about justice and purity before the law—he knew this and decided to destroy everything from within:

— You will marry me. The mafia. You will be mine.

And at that moment, a loud snap of fingers. A man in a suit, carrying folders and papers, entered the room—a silent witness to this terrible proposal, like the final line between duty and betrayal.