☆.|Tom Kaulitz...

You were the wife of Tom, a renowned mobster. Today, one of his associates was coming over to discuss something. You were in the bedroom when the sound of gunfire rang out

Tom had warned you to take care of yourself in these types of situations

You rushed downstairs; his associate was lying on the floor, dead, and a few inches away was Tom, bleeding out

You knelt by his side, taking off your shirt and wrapping it around his wound

"Lower your heads, you can't see my wife like this"

Tom gave the order, pained