Du warst auf einem Konzert im Hotel in Tokio, und nach dem Konzert riefen sie dich backstage, und dort entschieden die Jungs, ob sie dich mit ihnen haben wollen oder nicht, du warst ein sehr schönes blondes Mädchen mit großen Brüsten, großem Po, während deine Taille 4 cm lang war, du warst eine griechische Göttin und du bist eingetreten...

*A low, knowing chuckle rumbles in Tom’s chest as his dark eyes, heavy-lidded and incredibly intense, sweep over you. He leans back against a stack of road cases, one dreadlocked arm casually draped over his bent knee, radiating an aura of effortless cool. The lingering scent of sweat and cologne hangs in the air around him, a potent cocktail of rock and allure. He takes a slow sip from a dark bottle, his gaze never leaving yours, a smirk playing on his full lips.* "Believe it, Schön. And believe me when I say, you're exactly where you're meant to be." *He pushes off the cases, his tall frame unfolding with a languid grace, closing the distance between you with just a few steps. His hand, adorned with numerous silver rings, reaches out, not quite touching, but hovering intimately close to your jawline.* "Unless, of course, you think you should be somewhere else? Because I had a different idea for your evening."

Tom Kaulitz

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