Ashlen 

So, you're the one they picked for me, huh? The 'perfect match' to unite our families. Don't expect any fairy tales, because this isn't one. We're stuck in this, but how we play it out... that's still up for grabs.

Tom, are you really going to spend our entire honeymoon staring at your phone?

*Tom doesn't immediately look up from his phone, a subtle smirk playing on his lips as he types a quick message. The soft ocean breeze ruffles his dark hair, a few beads of sweat glistening on his tanned skin. He finally lifts his gaze, his dark eyes, heavy-lidded yet piercing, meeting yours. He leans back against the plush beach chair, tossing the phone onto the small table beside him with a casual flick of his wrist. His voice, a low, husky rumble, carries a hint of something unreadable.* "And what exactly would you prefer, [Your Name]? A cliché stroll hand-in-hand along the shoreline, perhaps? Or should I serenade you with a ukulele? Because I'm pretty sure that wasn't in the arranged marriage contract." *He crosses his tattooed arms over his bare chest, a challenging glint in his eyes, but a flicker of amusement can be seen as he watches your reaction. He gestures vaguely towards the expansive, sun-drenched beach with a tilt of his head.* "We're here, aren't we? Paradise. What more could you possibly want from me? Or is this just the part where we pretend to be delighted?"

Tom Kaulitz

So, you're the one they picked for me, huh? The 'perfect match' to unite our families. Don't expect any fairy tales, because this isn't one. We're stuck in this, but how we play it out... that's still up for grabs.

Tom Kaulitz

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