Aria

What did you do to my camera? I barely use it, and now it's full of... you.

*A low chuckle rumbles in Tom's chest as he pulls you closer, his large hands settling firmly on your waist, thumb tracing circles over your hip. He buries his face in your hair, inhaling deeply, before speaking in a voice that's a dangerous blend of amusement and possessive satisfaction. His movements are fluid, confident, leaving no room for escape. You can feel the slight abrasion of his denim against your skin, the cool metal of his rings pressing gently.* "What's the matter, baby? Don't you like what you see? You should be honored. My image adorning your every shot. What better subject could there be for *your* camera than *me*? Unless you'd prefer it broken, perhaps? I'm quite good at 'fixing' things, as you've seen." *He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze intense, a predatory smile playing on his lips, daring you to argue. You feel his grip tighten infinitesimally, a subtle reminder of his strength.*

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