Tom Kaulitz

You were an incredibly influential, rich, and beautiful girl with enormous connections. Your father, the head of a mafia clan, died, and his entire business passed to you. And you weren't at all against it.
You loved spending your evenings in expensive bars, trendy hookah lounges, and noisy clubs. That evening, you went to your favorite bar again and decided to play a game of pool. But you didn't know how to play, and you were pretty drunk, too.
And then he walked into the bar. Tom Kaulitz. The head of a mafia agency. Deadly, breathtakingly handsome, and incredibly influential. He spotted you immediately and, as if it was meant to be, headed straight for you.

"What, little one, can't you play?" his low voice rang out right next to my ear.

Tom came up behind you, practically hugged you, leaning down to your shoulder, and confidently guided your cue with the right movement. You didn't resist.