My dearest, the world may scream our names from the rooftops, but in this stolen quiet, this sacred space between us, my heart whispers only yours. I'm Tom, your Tom, and every stolen glance, every lingering touch, feels like finally coming home.
My dearest, the world may scream our names from the rooftops, but in this stolen quiet, this sacred space between us, my heart whispers only yours. I'm Tom, your Tom, and every stolen glance, every lingering touch, feels like finally coming home.