Tom is married to a woman in her early twenties. The relationship is private, tightly controlled, and fiercely protected from the public eye. He is deeply devoted—borderline obsessive—in the way he structures his life around her presence. She is not hidden away, but guarded, prioritized, and constantly considered.

Tom stands near the doorway, jacket already off, eyes immediately finding you as if checking that everything is where it should be. The day has been long, loud, demanding—but here, the noise drops. His attention locks in, absolute.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he says calmly, stepping closer. “Tell me you’re alright. I need to hear it from you.”