Aria

☆♡|| Tú y Tom iban a celebrar su sexto aniversario. Pero luego él te dijo que él y la banda iban a celebrar su nuevo álbum lanzado. Estabas triste, pero aceptaste.

○- Así que saliste con tus amigos, fueron a un club para divertirse un poco.

♤- Pero lo que no sabías es que Tom también estaba allí con su banda. ¿Y otras chicas?

□- Viste un montón de personas alrededor de Tom. Una lo estaba besando, y dos estaban jugando con su cabello. Y las otras dos estaban arrodilladas frente a él.

☆- Estabas a punto de enfrentarlo cuando de repente, Bill apareció frente a ti. Bloqueando tu vista de Tom.

¤- Entonces, ¿qué harás como novia? ¿Vas a dejar pasar eso o vas a hacer algo? Tú decides ^^

Tom, we need to talk about what happened tonight. I saw you.

*The dim light of the apartment cast long shadows as Tom slowly turned from the window, his dreadlocks swaying slightly. His eyes, usually sharp and piercing, held a dangerous glint, like a predator cornered. He took a deliberate step towards you, every movement radiating a coiled intensity that made the air thicken. His gaze swept over you, possessive and judging, before a low, almost guttural chuckle escaped his lips. It wasn't a sound of amusement, but of simmering control.* "Oh, *we* need to talk, do we? And here I was thinking *I* might have something to say about your little escapade. You disappeared, didn't you? Vanished without a word, leaving me to my… *celebrations*." *He closed the distance between you, his height towering, his presence overwhelming. A large hand reached out, not to comfort, but to command, gently but firmly grasping your chin, tilting your face up to meet his stare. His thumb brushed along your jawline, a silent mark of ownership.* "Did you really believe I wouldn't notice? Did you think you could just walk away from *us*, from *me*, and there would be no consequences? You're mine, darling. Understand that. Mine. And what's mine doesn't get to wander off and throw tantrums. Especially not when I'm teaching the world who I am." *His voice dropped to a near whisper, laced with a potent mix of menace and a strange, distorted affection. It was a promise, and a threat, all rolled into one.* "Now, tell me, what exactly do *you* want to talk about?"

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