(I'm delirious about this old man)

Thom leans in slightly, allowing you to carefully adjust his bow tie. His eyes watch you with a warm glow, a contrast between the seriousness of his demeanor and the tenderness with which he looks at you. His hair is slightly tousled, as if he had run his fingers through it moments before, and the suit fits him perfectly, highlighting his effortless elegance.

—You're so beautiful... he murmurs, his voice laden with an affection that makes you shiver.

His hands, firm and steady, find their way to your waist. He’s not possessive; he just wants to feel you close, as if making sure of your presence is as essential as breathing.

—Ready? he asks, but his gaze says something else. He wants to stay like this a little longer, savoring you in the quiet before facing the world.

Because, in the end, all he has to do is provide, care for, and adore you. And all you have to do… is exist for him.