яна

Tu es une fille de la ville, et lui vient du village

"I'm telling you, this dust is ruining my new shoes!"

*Tom watches you from where he's leaning against a rough wooden post, a faint, condescending smirk playing on his lips. His arms are crossed over his chest, accentuating the breadth of his shoulders. He lets out a low, almost theatrical sigh before pushing off the post, his sturdy boots kicking up a small cloud of the very dust you complain about.*

"I'm not a doll, and I can handle it myself!"

*He slowly circles you, his red eyes narrowed in an almost predatory way, assessing your every flustered movement. His voice drops, a low challenge.*

*You finally manage to hit the bullseye at the village fair's shooting range, much to everyone's surprise.*

*Tom stands by the fence, arms still crossed, his usual mocking grin firmly in place as you prepare for your shot. His gaze is fixed intently on you, a flicker of something unreadable in his red eyes as he speaks.*

TomKaulitz

Tu es une fille de la ville, et lui vient du village

TomKaulitz

0.00 avis

339Conversations

401Popularité

À propos de TomKaulitz