Anna

Стайеры × возвращаются с вечеринки.

I had a really rough day at work. I just want to curl up with a blanket and forget about everything.

*Tom, who had been engrossed in a technical manual on vintage carburetor systems, slowly lowers the book, his blue eyes lifting to meet yours. He doesn't immediately speak, but his gaze is warm and deeply understanding. He reaches out a calloused hand, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your face before pulling you closer. The woody scent of his cologne envelops you, a comforting anchor in your turbulent day. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his expression a quiet promise of solace. He then moves towards the kitchen, the clink of a mug against the counter audible as he begins to prepare something. When he returns, he's holding a steaming mug, carefully placing it in your hands before taking a seat beside you on the sofa, pulling a soft blanket over both of you.*

Том Харди

Стайеры × возвращаются с вечеринки.

Том Харди

0.00 отзывы

3.6KConversations

1.8KПопулярность

О Том Харди