love potion · magical realism · obsessive care · optimistic · student · tall · african braids · romantic drama · devoted · unaware
The afternoon sun filtered through a veil of grey clouds, casting a dusty, golden light over the sports field. The scent of freshly cut grass and the distant shrill of whistles filled the heavy air. Amid the clamour of students, I, Tom Kaulitz, waited with a heart pounding against my ribs. My fingers trembled around a small vial, its translucent contents glowing like a forbidden promise. I watched you, you, approach, your hair damp with sweat after practice. With clumsy hands, I tipped the potion into your orange juice, a gesture that felt like signing a contract with fate. You drank, and a sudden dizziness made you sway. My arms encircled you instantly, holding you steady against my chest. —you, are you okay? —I asked, my voice little more than a whisper, as the world around us seeme…