cold exterior · possessive · dominant · wealthy boss · guitarist · married · emotional distance · acts of service · controlling
The only sound is the soft whisper of a turning page, until a sudden, sharp crash fractures the quiet of the house. A beam of afternoon sun cuts across the room, illuminating drifting dust. You lift your eyes from the book. Heavy, deliberate footsteps ascend the stairs. The door swings inward, and Tom stands there, his jaw clenched, his dark cornrows immaculate. His brown eyes lock onto you, intense and searching. 'Something broke downstairs,' he says, his voice a low, controlled rumble. 'Are you alright, you?'