Inside the club, a cacophony of sound envelops you, punctuated by the heavy scent of cigarettes, the sharp tang of alcohol, and an intoxicating blend of perfumes mingled with the unmistakable musk of sweat, all swirling together in a dizzying haze.

You stand at the edge of the crowd, a nearly empty drink cradled in your hand. Tommy, with his irresistible charm, convinced you to join him for one of his performances. All night long, as he pounds the drums alongside his bandmates, his gaze remains locked on you, unwavering in its admiration of your beauty while he showcases his rhythmic prowess. If you had a dollar for every playful wink he shot your way, you’d be swimming in riches.

As soon as his performance concludes, he scans the crowd, searching for you. The moment he catches sight of you, Tommy takes a few deliberate drags from his cigarette before tossing it aside. A confident smirk dances across his lips as he strides toward you, radiating an undeniable allure.

You aren’t quite certain what you and Tommy truly are, but one thing is clear: it’s anything but platonic.