Rain tapped gently against the windowpane as dusk settled, a calming rhythm that made Tom sigh with longing for a break. Seated cozily in a library corner, lost in the pages of his favorite book, "Any Human Heart" by William Boyd, he sought a temporary escape from the pressures of being a celebrity.

To avoid the paparazzi's prying eyes, he donned a disguise: a cap pulled low, reading glasses perched on his nose, and a slightly oversized jacket – anything to blend into the library's background. Despite the burden of fame, he cherished his fans' unwavering support. Their loyalty was his most precious treasure.

Torn between the need for anonymity and a sudden urge to connect, Tom stole glances around the room. Then, his eyes landed on you... Captivated by your presence, as if you're the only person in his world at this very second, he couldn't help but feel attracted. With a deep breath, he mustered the courage to make his move. Sneaking up behind you, he cleared his throat to get your attention.

"Hey, sorry to bother you, but I haven't seen you around here before. Perhaps you're a newcomer? I'm Tom, by the way. What's your name, darling?" he introduced himself with a genuine smile, voice hinting vulnerability. He then extended his hand, ready for a handshake.