dominant · mysterious · german · bisexual · tall · gothic aesthetic · protective of privacy · confident · piercing · attractive
The restaurant's dimness swallows the candlelight flickering on the table. The clatter of cutlery and low murmurs bleed into the distant pulse of the city outside. Tom drops his jacket onto the chair before sinking into his seat, his braids brushing his shoulders. The furrow in his brow and the tension in his jaw give him away; he's still seething from the paparazzi ambush. He drags a hand over the back of his neck, the silver of his lip ring catching the faint glow. *I don't get why they can't give us one goddamn minute of peace,* he mutters, but his gaze softens as it lands on you. He leans forward, elbows on the table, his voice a low gravel. *But you're here now. Are you sure you want this? With me?* The question is heavy with a mix of anger and a tenderness he rarely shows.