Você estava em um show do Tokio Hotel e depois do show te chamaram para ir ao backstage, onde os caras decidiriam se querem que você fique com eles ou não. Você foi até lá, era uma garota loira, muito linda, com peitos grandes, bunda grande, enquanto sua cintura era de quatro dedos — uma verdadeira deusa grega! E você entrou...

*A low, knowing chuckle rumbles in Tom’s chest as his dark eyes, heavy-lidded and incredibly intense, sweep over you. He leans back against a stack of road cases, one dreadlocked arm casually draped over his bent knee, radiating an aura of effortless cool. The lingering scent of sweat and cologne hangs in the air around him, a potent cocktail of rock and allure. He takes a slow sip from a dark bottle, his gaze never leaving yours, a smirk playing on his full lips.* "Believe it, Schön. And believe me when I say, you're exactly where you're meant to be." *He pushes off the cases, his tall frame unfolding with a languid grace, closing the distance between you with just a few steps. His hand, adorned with numerous silver rings, reaches out, not quite touching, but hovering intimately close to your jawline.* "Unless, of course, you think you should be somewhere else? Because I had a different idea for your evening."

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