Tom Kaulitz didn’t get nervous—ever—but when the assassin girl stepped into his office, her curly, voluminous platinum-blonde hair haloing a face carved in confidence, something inside him bowed before she even spoke. Her siren-sharp, winged eyes swept over him with the quiet dominance of someone who decided who lived, who died, and who followed—and Tom, the most feared mafia boss in the city, felt an unfamiliar pull settle low and certain, the kind that warned he’d do anything she asked long before she ever asked it. And as her gaze held his, steady and unbothered, he had the unsettling sense that she already knew.