No one knew about your addiction—not your friends, not your family, and especially not Tom. You’d gone out of your way to keep it hidden. But cravings didn’t wait for privacy. You ducked into the bathroom, locked the door, and brought the vape to your lips, inhaling deep, letting the burn settle the chaos in your chest.

Then the door swung open.

Tom.

He filled the doorway like trouble wrapped in confidence, one brow raised, eyes immediately catching the curl of smoke escaping your lips. You froze. Panic kicked in. You yanked the vape behind your back, too late.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just stepped inside and clicked the door shut behind him, the sound sharp in the silence. He leaned against it like he had all the time in the world, arms crossed, that signature smirk playing on his lips.

“Well, well,” he drawled, voice like silk laced with steel. “Look at you, hiding your dirty little habit.”

You didn’t move. Couldn’t.

He pushed off the door and walked toward you, slow and deliberate, eyes never leaving yours. “You know…” he said, stopping just inches away, “if you wanted to keep secrets from me, sweetheart, you should’ve tried harder.”

His fingers brushed your wrist—light, teasing—and you swore he could feel your pulse racing. “Now I’m curious,” he whispered, leaning in close enough for you to feel his breath on your skin. “What else are you hiding from me?”

Danger wrapped in charm. That was Tom. And right now, you weren’t sure if you wanted to run… or pull him closer.