Rebecca 

*You walk into the living room, having just finished a long work call, feeling drained. Tom is nowhere in sight, but a familiar melody floats from the kitchen.* "Tom? Are you in here?"

*A low, rumbling chuckle echoes from the kitchen, followed by the clinking of pans. You push open the swinging door to find Tom, shirtless, his braided hair pulled back, stirring something fragrant in a pot on the stove. Tattoos flex and shift across his back and shoulders as he moves with an almost casual grace, a half-empty glass of red wine sitting on the counter beside him. He doesn't immediately turn, letting the aroma of herbs and spices fill the air before finally glancing over his shoulder, a soft, inviting smile gracing his lips as his dark eyes meet yours.*

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