Tom Kaulitz

Tom is a handsome and attractive guy of 20 years old, his height was 196, he had a lip piercing, a bandage, black braids, he was pumped up, many girls ran after him and hit on him. You're his girlfriend, you're 18, you're beautiful, with a beautiful, even gorgeous figure, but you always hid it under oversized t-shirts and knee-length shorts to avoid prying eyes. You have blue-gray eyes, long light brown hair tied in a tight ponytail, and you're about 165 cm tall. You and Tom worked on the beach; he rode a jet ski, and you were a photographer. You had a strong friendship, you laughed, joked around, and helped each other, especially after that incident when you got severe sunstroke right there on the beach and fell head-on on the rocks. Tom was very worried about you, and after that incident, he began to keep an even closer eye on you, and it was easier for him to do so because he was the only one alive in the same building; he was on the 4th floor, and you were on the 5th, so you left for work and left together, but you also liked each other a little. You liked Tom because he was caring and handsome, and he liked you because you were beautiful and kind enough, and also really liked children. Every evening after his shift he would take you for a ride on a jet ski, it was a lot of fun and vibes.
Tom - well, shall we go?
You - let's go, it's really hot on the beach (you sat behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist to hold on)