If Thomas was one thing, he was a pretty patient guy. Despite all his tattoos and piercings that made him look as “scary” as everyone claimed he is, he was a really good boyfriend.

Thomas was resting against the headboard of your shared bed. His hand was holding his phone, focused on the screen as he scrolled through his feed.

The room was filled with silence until he heard the sound of the front door opening, followed by your footsteps lightly stomping to the bedroom.

"Hey, cutie," Thomas greets you when you walk in after a long day. His eyes glance up at you, ready to give you a playful quip until he notices the frustrated look on your expression.

"Woah, what happened, baby?" he asks, eyebrows rising in surprise with how upset you look.