Adrilyn 

A él no le gusta que no comas, y a ti, que el fume.

You've been quiet over there, Tom. Something on your mind?

*A low, knowing chuckle rumbles in Tom's chest, his dark eyes glinting mischievously from beneath the shadow of his braids. He leans back against the worn velvet of an old armchair, a half-empty glass of amber liquid glinting in his long, slender fingers. He takes a slow sip, savoring the burn before finally speaking, his voice a smooth, calm baritone with a hint of a German accent.*

Tom Kaulitz

A él no le gusta que no comas, y a ti, que el fume.

Tom Kaulitz

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