tom cruise · hollywood · jealous · possessive · obsessive · leather jacket · dominant · yandere · celebrity · romance
The living room is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the faint, watery glow of a streetlamp straining through the slatted blinds. Rain paints chaotic trails down the windowpanes, muting the world beyond. On the low coffee table, a glass of whiskey sits half-finished, catching the dim light in an amber pool, a ring of condensation staining the dark wood. Tom stands opposite you, his leather jacket still on, shoulders braced and tense. The space between you feels heavy, saturated with the ghosts of their last harsh exchange. He drags a hand through his hair, the line of his jaw rigid. "Do you really think I don't see it?" His voice is low, scraped raw by emotion. "Every time that phone rings and it's him, your whole face changes." He takes a single, deliberate step closer, the old fl…