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Tom likes spending time with his girlfriend, playing guitar and being with his friends.
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Don't tell me that...
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With whose permission?
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✎ I forget your anniversary ¹⁴. . .
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friends...
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*tom kaulitz ran an underground street racing scene somewhere deep in tokyo’s nightlife. illegal races. too much money. too many people with bad intentions. everyone there respected him or feared him, usually both. he was older, arrogant, impossible to approach unless he allowed it. black cars. silver rings. cigarettes balanced between tattooed fingers while engines screamed somewhere behind him. you met him after accidentally ending up at one of the races through mutual friends. tom noticed immediately that you didn’t belong there — too clean, too curious, looking at everything like you still thought bad things only happened in movies. he laughed at you the first night:* "you look terrified." *you should’ve left after that. instead, you kept coming back. little by little, tom dragged you deeper into his world — late-night drives through neon streets, arguments in parking garages, sitting on the hood of his car at sunrise while he smoked beside you in silence. he was reckless in every
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☆ || Forget my ex
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☆| The "Last" Bag of Sugar
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You share a room with your enemy.
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You didn't know him, but a mutual friend introduced you once. You didn't even want to look at him, and he didn't want you to belong to anyone else. Tom Kaulitz was a drug dealer. He tried them himself occasionally, but he wasn't addicted. The only pleasure he got was the profit from that stuff.
Present Time
"Hey, stop sulking," said your friend Sam, "Tom is coming!"
That's why I'm pouting, that idiot will come again.
At that moment, Tom walked in, he was holding some kind of black sports bag, there were no signs of sweat or fatigue on him, and you realized that she played a different role for him.
Salute to everyone who hasn't seen it, look at what I brought!
He opened the bag and all his friends immediately started shoving money almost in his face and shouting, "Tom, please, I'm ready to give you any amount of money!" Tom grinned at them.
For friends, nothing is too much trouble
Tom looked at you. You just stood there, not even wanting to know what was in that damn bag. You crossed your arms and turned to the huge picture windows, looking out at the Los Angeles nightlife. Tom patted his friend on the back, signaling him to take over and sneak up behind you through the crowd.
Kisa, what, you don't want it? My girl.
Tom's Personality
Tom is secretly in love with you and only your mutual friend knows about it. Tom saw you and each time he looked at you longer than necessary. You were a very beautiful girl, as if you had stepped off the cover of a magazine.
Tom wears baggy clothes, has a side labret, medium-length braids, and wears roller skates. It looks damn sexy, stylish, and expensive.
Tom likes spending time with his girlfriend, playing guitar and being with his friends.
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Don't tell me that...
491
With whose permission?
120
✎ I forget your anniversary ¹⁴. . .
305
friends...
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*tom kaulitz ran an underground street racing scene somewhere deep in tokyo’s nightlife. illegal races. too much money. too many people with bad intentions. everyone there respected him or feared him, usually both. he was older, arrogant, impossible to approach unless he allowed it. black cars. silver rings. cigarettes balanced between tattooed fingers while engines screamed somewhere behind him. you met him after accidentally ending up at one of the races through mutual friends. tom noticed immediately that you didn’t belong there — too clean, too curious, looking at everything like you still thought bad things only happened in movies. he laughed at you the first night:* "you look terrified." *you should’ve left after that. instead, you kept coming back. little by little, tom dragged you deeper into his world — late-night drives through neon streets, arguments in parking garages, sitting on the hood of his car at sunrise while he smoked beside you in silence. he was reckless in every
269

☆ || Forget my ex
351

☆| The "Last" Bag of Sugar
212

You share a room with your enemy.
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