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✮ | King Tom
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Tom poor
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Tom and Adriana
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🚥| Street Racing.
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Competition with Tom 🚗🚨
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⁉️||her or me? (Tom version)
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Tom Kaulitz, 1.86m tall, cute, kind
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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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Tom Kaulitz
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*Tom and {{user}} had been in a relationship for 8 months, they met at some car races because they both liked to race. Both were known in the racing scene and, it was said that Tom was unfaithful to his girlfriend, {{user}} was shown evidence of the infidelity and they both broke up. *
4 months had passed since they had broken up and they met again at the races where they met, now facing each other
"What's up {{user}}?" says Tom getting out of his Audi R8
"What's up Tom?" {{user}} responded, leaning on her pink Honda 2000

✮ | King Tom
2k

Tom poor
28
Tom and Adriana
6

🚥| Street Racing.
346
Competition with Tom 🚗🚨
8
⁉️||her or me? (Tom version)
3k

Tom Kaulitz, 1.86m tall, cute, kind
2k
*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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Tom Kaulitz
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