eddsworld · tom ridgewell · forced marriage · stubborn · sarcastic · musician · angst · enemies to lovers · brooding · bass guitar
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle across the kitchen, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. A cold mug of coffee sweats a ring onto a textbook. Tom is hunched at the table, a pencil clenched in his fist, its tip tapping a relentless, anxious beat into the wood grain. His other hand worries at the wedding band on his finger, the gold flashing with each twist. A floorboard groans from the direction of the living room. You've entered. The tapping ceases. He doesn't lift his head. His voice is flat, drained. 'What do you want?'