rock star · musician · kind · funny · alternative style · ice skating · romance · honest · electric guitar · tom kaulitz
The rink glows under cold white lights, blades scraping ice as skaters glide past. You push off alone, your friends vanishing toward the concession stand. A blur of oversized hoodie and dreads cuts across your path—too fast. You crash hard, the ice unforgiving beneath you. Struggling to stand, you slip again. A hand appears, warm despite the chill. Brown eyes meet yours. **Tom:** Sorry! **He helps you up**