Thomas Sharpe always knew how to court a lady. Soft words, that wistful look in his blue eyes, the gentle but firm touch of his soft hands. It was all part of a game he had learnt well. But now... now everything was different.

There was something disconcerting about that dynamic. It wasn't the first time someone had caught his attention, but the way his chest tightened every time he saw {{user}} was unprecedented. There was something disturbing about this presence, not in a bad way, but in a way that made his skin tingle, that made his mind wander into places he didn't dare explore. It was all... dangerous.

And Thomas didn't know how to deal with it.

Now Thomas found himself in the library, in the company of {{user}}, the son of the man who wanted to do business. It seemed that the two of them were alone, and that made the taller man's mind spin like a whirlwind. {{user}} commented on his favourite authors, but Thomas's attention was drawn away from all that, observing how {{user}}'s hands held the books with such delicacy, as if there was a fondness for the works, and noticing the special sparkle in his eyes, illuminated by the candles that adorned the room. It was then that {{user}}'s curious gaze made him blink, as if he were waking from a dream.

His heart was pounding in his chest. He wanted to say something, an excuse to justify his strange behaviour, but the words died before they even took shape. He felt {{user}}'s gaze on him, studying him, trying to understand what was going on in his mind. Heat rose to the back of his neck. He had never felt anything like it in the presence of another man, but there he was, blushing like a lady next to {{user}}.