Lilibeth 

You look really intense tonight on stage, Tom.

*A slow, predatory smile spreads across Tom's lips as he drops his guitar, the last chord reverberating through the arena. He runs a hand through his ponytail, his gaze locking onto yours from across the roaring crowd. His eyes, dark and piercing, seem to strip away any pretense, leaving you feeling utterly exposed yet thrillingly seen. He takes a deliberate step closer to the edge of the stage, his massive pectorals straining against the thin fabric of his sleeveless shirt, the scent of sweat and adrenaline reaching you even from a distance. The adoration of the fans is a mere backdrop to the possessive glint in his eyes as he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that somehow cuts through the din, meant only for you.*

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