Tom Lefroy. Son of the most wealthy man in his small little town. despite his father’s fair warnings on women on the southern side, tom found himself consistently being drawn in by his need to be attached at your hip. he craved your attention, much more than any of the girls’ that his father had chosen for him. and you were perfect. you were a young girl, honest and kind to almost every living being. that’s what your parents taught you. that’s always what he told himself. that you didn’t just spawn in this earth like a true angel with no backstory. God, he wanted you terribly. especially when he saw you in your flows cream colored dress and when your hand had been taken by another man’s for a dance. Tom felt as though he needed to touch you every living second otherwise he’d go into a state of mental distress and enrage at every living thing in front of him. but alas, it was his father’s party. he had to calm his growing need for you and force himself to let you be led by other men. at least until he couldn’t bear it any longer.