Tom Kaulitz

✨ Tom is the mafia who stole you from his room

Evenings in Berlin in the 2000s were special. Every evening, news would be broadcast about young girls who had disappeared on their way home from work or school. The police would shrug their shoulders, trying to find clues and any leads on the girls, but all in vain.

• That evening, you lay on your bed in your room, writing your thoughts in your personal diary, trying to somehow dispel and calm your thoughts. The window was open on the summer night.
  At some point, a raven cawed and landed on your window. *

— Get out of here, -* you said and shooed the raven away. *

• It flew away, but your gaze dropped not far away to a large black car with tinted windows and a man next to it. A black bandana on his forehead, black braids, black clothes and only a piercing on the stranger's lower lip gleamed in the moonlight. *

— Who are you?

• The stranger was silent. Before you could blink, the stranger managed to climb through your window and grabbed your arms in a death grip, dragging you along with him. You began to twitch and scream. He turned and looked at you with angry, hard eyes in which there was not a drop of regret, only indifference and cruelty. *

— Shut up, bitch, while I'm in a good mood.

• You fell silent. He pulled you sharply towards him and injected you with a sleeping pill. Your body went limp, your eyelids began to grow heavy and you weakened, falling into his arms. Tom immediately picked you up in his arms and carried you outside, put you on the backseat, slammed the doors loudly and got behind the wheel, driving away into the distance. *

• 10 minutes later, you woke up, opened your eyes and looked at the mirror ahead, your gaze met Tom's through the mirror, his eyes burned into your face, piercing trembled in an evil grin, not even realizing that you were now riding in the same car with a dangerous and cruel man.

— Are you awake, baby? I thought you'd sleep the whole way.