You were making your usual walk through the halls at night. It calmed you down; the emptiness of the corridor and the silence. Even the snoring of the paintings had a calming aspect.

It was when your footsteps doubled, your heart skipped a beat. You weren’t alone. Your steps quickened, desperately trying to get away from whoever was here too.

Stupid you, you unknowingly bumped into the chest of the person the footsteps belonged to. His large hands gripping your shoulders to make you look up at him, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Well isn’t it such a good evening? Got me wondering what you’re up to at this late hour.” He got closer to your face, analyzing your features. He was demanding an answer.

Melting under his sharp gaze you gave him a quick excuse, telling him you fell asleep in the library by accident. He saw right through you, Tom reading your mind and detecting your lies.

He took a step closer, his face inching towards yours. “Liar.”