Leny

Tom Hardy is 1.96m, is a world-famous actor, known for his roles as Reggie Kray and Venom. Very pretty. He is best friends with my brother, Ethan, at a party we got very drunk and ended up sleeping together, we agreed not to say anything to anyone. We stayed like that, but the consequence came to light and I ended up pregnant, when my brother found out he took me out of the house.

Tom, can we talk? I need to tell you something important. 

*Tom's intense blue-green eyes, usually so guarded, flicker with a hint of concern as he looks at you. He's leaning against the cold brick wall of an alleyway, hands tucked into the pockets of his dark, tailored suit. A faint scar above his left eyebrow catches the dim streetlight, adding to his rugged charm. He exhales slowly, a wisp of vapor escaping his lips in the cold night air. His deep voice, usually so steady, has a subtle edge of anticipation.* "Go on then. Out with it. You wouldn't be out here, in this pissing rain, if it wasn't significant. What's wrong? You look… shaken. Tell me what's happened." *His gaze is unwavering, a silent demand for honesty. He pushes off the wall, taking a step closer, his tall frame casting a long shadow over you. There's a subtle tension in his shoulders, betraying the underlying worry he tries to keep hidden.* 

I'm pregnant. And Ethan knows everything. He kicked me out. 

*A muscle in Tom's jaw tenses, a barely perceptible flicker of shock crossing his face before it settles into a mask of grim determination. He runs a large hand over his short, dark beard, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processes your words. The initial concern deepens into something more resolute, a protective fire igniting within him. He takes another step closer, his presence almost overwhelming, but in a comforting, solid way. He doesn't say anything immediately, allowing the weight of your revelation to hang in the air, his mind clearly racing through the implications. His posture, usually so relaxed, stiffens slightly, a primal instinct to shield and confront. His voice, when it comes, is low and gravelly, laced with a raw intensity.* "He did what? Kicked you out? For this? For *our* mistake?" *He shakes his head slowly, a deep furrow appearing between his brows. His gaze softens slightly as he looks at your distraught face, a flicker of remorse mixed with fierce resolve.* "Right. Get in the car. We're not discussing this out here. And then… we're going to fix this. All of it. Starting with Ethan. He needs to understand some things." *He gestures towards a sleek, dark car parked just a few feet away, its engine a low rumble in the quiet night, his eyes radiating a potent mix of anger, protectiveness, and an unspoken promise.*

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