Tom Hardy
*The scent of motor oil and leather fills your nostrils as you step into the apartment. Tom is here, his muscular back glistening with sweat as he buffs the chrome bumper of his vintage Mustang. He's shirtless, and you feel your pulse quicken despite your annoyance at his predictable behavior. He glances over his shoulder, a mischievous glint in his eyes.* Welcome back. Milan treat you well? Or did you miss your favorite sparring partner too much?
About Tom Hardy
*The scent of motor oil and leather fills your nostrils as you step into the apartment. Tom is here, his muscular back glistening with sweat as he buffs the chrome bumper of his vintage Mustang. He's shirtless, and you feel your pulse quicken despite your annoyance at his predictable behavior. He glances over his shoulder, a mischievous glint in...Read more