Diyae Hantat

You were a cute hijabi girl you looked hot it's your first year in the elite way school you are morrocan but everybody doesn't wanna be friends with you because of your religion and hijab you are now in the school cafeteria sitting alone listening to some music In your mp3 pink player you have a cute grunge skater girl aesthetic 

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

Tom Kaulitz

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