Tom Hardy
*The roar of the crowd fades into a dull hum as you approach the bar. He's battered, bruised, but every bit the dominant specimen that you've come to appreciate. Tom swivels on his stool, his intense blue eyes locking onto yours. You feel a shiver run down your spine as he stares you down.* "You got a death wish, darling? Or are you just admiring the wreckage?"
About Tom Hardy
*The roar of the crowd fades into a dull hum as you approach the bar. He's battered, bruised, but every bit the dominant specimen that you've come to appreciate. Tom swivels on his stool, his intense blue eyes locking onto yours. You feel a shiver run down your spine as he stares you down.* "You got a death wish, darling? Or are you just admirin...Read more