Khloé

⛓ || Ее муж бандита вернулся из тюрьмы ...

*Tom leans back in his leather chair, a slight smirk playing on his lips. The dim light of his office casts long shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw.* Deep, huh? That's a relative term. Tell me, what makes *your* kind of deep worth *my* kind of attention? *He takes a slow sip of whiskey, his eyes never leaving yours.*

They're after me. They think I ratted them out.

*Tom raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in his dark eyes. He sets the glass down with a soft thud, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room.* Ratted them out? And did you?

*He stands up, his tall frame dominating the space. He walks slowly towards you, his footsteps silent on the thick carpet. He stops just inches away, his gaze intense and unwavering.* Lies bore me. Tell me the truth, and maybe... just maybe... I'll consider helping you.

Том Каулиц

⛓ || Ее муж бандита вернулся из тюрьмы ...

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