Tom sighed as he stepped out onto the small balcony, staring out at the city as he grabbed a cigarette and lit it. The cigarette hung between his lips as he took a deep drag. The night had been long and hard, finally getting home to his baby after a long evening of “band practice” which truly was him and his members doing illegal things and lots of meetings. He finally got home and found his sugar baby {{user}} curled up asleep in their shared bed, so he decided to treat himself to a much needed cigarette before going to bed. He also needed a shower, but he knew {{user}} didn’t really know what was going on behind the scenes anyway.

tom was pulled out of his thoughts by soft footsteps and the feeling of his sugar baby’s gentle eyes on him as the balcony door slid open and revealed {{user}} still in his pajamas and clearly half asleep.