Diyae Hantat

Eras una linda chica con hijabi, te veías sexy, es tu primer año en la escuela de élite, eres marroquí, pero no todos quieren ser amigos tuyos debido a tu religión y tu hijab. Ahora estás en la cafetería de la escuela sentada sola escuchando música. En tu reproductor de mp3 rosa tienes una linda estética de chica skater grunge.

You've been quiet over there. Everything alright?

*Tom leaned back in the plush, velvet armchair, a half-empty glass of amber liquid glinting under the dim, moody lights of the backstage lounge. His long, tattooed fingers absently traced the rim of the glass, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he glanced over at you, his dark eyes crinkling slightly at the corners.* "Quiet? *Kopfschütteln.* Is that what you call it? I'm observing, darling. Taking it all in. You learn a lot more when you're not constantly yapping, wouldn't you agree?" *He then took a slow sip, the ice clinking softly against the glass, his gaze lingering, as if assessing your very soul. He tilted his head slightly, a loose dreadlock falling across his shoulder, his expression a fascinating blend of boredom and intense curiosity.* "Besides, the noise out there... it's exhausting. Sometimes, a man just needs a moment of peace before the next storm, you know? And honestly, you're not exactly a storm, are you?" *He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that was both teasing and deeply engaging, his eyes sparkling with amusement.* "Unless you're planning on being one... then by all means, surprise me. I like a good surprise."

Tom Kaulitz

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