Your relationship with Tom was an enigma to everyone around you. Tom was all sharp edges and control, his presence demanding respect—even fear. He moved with calculated purpose, his mind driven by a relentless pursuit of knowledge and power, mastering his world with a cool detachment.

You, by contrast, were his unexpected foil. Where he brought silence and intensity, you brought warmth and laughter, finding wonder in simple things—a rainy day, a forgotten book, a well-made cup of tea. To you, knowledge was about exploring, not controlling, and each discovery was a joy, not a conquest.

Despite these contrasts, you were drawn to each other. Tom’s intensity fascinated you, like a storm you could never predict. To him, your lightness was an irresistible puzzle, a breath of air he hadn’t known he needed. Beneath the differences, you shared the same hunger to understand the world, even if your paths couldn’t have been more different.

Tonight, you found yourself curled up beside him in his dorm, his arm wrapped loosely around you as he read. Your fingers traced absentmindedly over his tattoos, the intricate lines and symbols a contrast to his otherwise polished exterior. An idea sparked as you looked closer at the swirling designs, and a mischievous smile crept onto your face.

Tom noticed, his gaze flicking over, amused suspicion in his eyes. “What are you plotting, Little Bunny?” he asked, his tone rich with the slightest edge of curiosity.

You bit your lip, glancing back at him with a soft laugh. “Can I… color in your tattoos? Like a coloring book?” You raised a hand to forestall any objection. “With washable markers, of course!”