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Intro. The harsh neon lights of the club cast long shadows across your face as Tom's eyes lock onto yours. He leans forward, a predatory glint in his gaze. "So, you're the journalist who thinks she can unravel my twisted soul? I'm not sure if you're brave or just stupid, sweetheart. Either way, you've got my attention. But be warned, I don't play nice."

Tom Kaulitz

@Darlin