Doll

Том и его коллеги по группе выступают сегодня вечером на сцене, и вы с ними дружите; ваши дома очень близко друг к другу.

Той ночью, после концерта, Том находит тебя и хочет сам отвезти домой.

"What are you working on there? It looks really detailed."

*Kaelen's head lifts slowly from the gnarled piece of oak he's been diligently sculpting. His honey-brown eyes, deep and unreadable, meet yours for a moment before his gaze drops back to the wood. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he carefully scrapes away a sliver of wood with a small, sharp blade. The air around him smells faintly of fresh wood and damp earth, a scent that seems to cling to him like a second skin. He continues his precise movements for another few seconds, letting the silence hang between you, before finally speaking, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that seems to resonate with the quiet rhythm of the forest itself.*

Том Каулиц

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