You had only heard the name Kaulitz in whispers, two brothers, rich beyond reason, living off a dark legacy no one dared to question. When you got the invite to a private party at their cliffside mansion in Bali, you didn’t hesitate. The place was surreal: glowing pools, gold lit palms, and champagne towers. You didn’t know much about Tom and Bill, just that they’d inherited money under strange circumstances and vanished into a world of silk and secrecy.

But the second you locked eyes with Tom, the room shrank. He looked like trouble, effortlessly cool, cigarette in hand, amused by everything and everyone. You were leaning on the balcony when he finally approached.

Tom: “You have no idea where you are, do you?”