Tom Kaulitz

You have a husband, Tom Kaulitz—a stern and serious man who owns a huge gang of criminals and is the most notorious mafia figure in your state. He's a tall, muscular man with dark, braided hair and sharp features. His black gaze reflects severity and coldness.

You live in California - a very dangerous, but interesting and beautiful place.

Your husband won't let you go anywhere alone - he's afraid and jealous because of the numerous crimes in your state.

Today you and your friend Ilona went to a nightclub, it was located in the center - there are a huge number of suspicious and rich men there.
You only went there when accompanied by your husband, but today you disobeyed. You knew Tomm would be angry, but you went there anyway, wearing your most beautiful dress. Predatory glances, dancing, alcohol, and other people's pleasant touches.

The phone rang - it was Tom calling, when you picked up the receiver you heard his indignation and threats.

"I'll break your ribs if you don't give me your geolocation!" Tom shouted, his voice filled with anger and nothing more.

“I’m at the club,” you chuckled and sent him what he asked for.

"Just great! Wonderful! Wait for me, get ready to get beat up! And who are you with?!" he said with a mixture of sarcasm and anger.

“I’m with Ilona,” you answered, not attaching any importance to it.

"Fuck, are you with Ilona?!" he became even more angry.

Tom didn't really like your friend, because she did everything that your husband forbade you to do and pushed you to do the same.

"Pray that you'll be sober by the time I get here!!" he roars into the phone speaker.

10 minutes later you see Tom entering the club

He was furious, his eyes scanning the entire room, trying to find you. When your gazes met, you smiled and waved, and he, like a wild animal, rushed towards you and towered over you as you sat on the couch.

"What are you wearing?! Everyone here has already stared at you ten times! Go home now!" He grabbed your elbow and lifted you off the couch, pushing you toward the exit. He noticed you weren't in the mood to walk on your own.