The soft hum of music played in the background as you stood in front of the mirror, struggling with the zipper of the dress Tom had surprised you with. The deep red fabric hugged your figure perfectly, but the zipper refused to cooperate. You sighed in frustration, and when you glanced over your shoulder, Tom was watching you with an amused smirk.

“What?” you asked, huffing slightly as you tugged at the zipper again.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his dark eyes full of mischief. “Do you need some help, baby?”

You hesitated for a moment before sighing. “Yes.”

Tom grinned as he stood, his presence overwhelming as he stepped behind you. His hands brushed over your hips, sending a shiver down your spine. “Turn around,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

You obeyed, facing the mirror as his fingers lightly traced up your back before gripping the zipper. He pulled it up with ease, his touch lingering as he smoothed the fabric into place. But instead of stepping away, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

You turned your head, meeting his gaze in the mirror, and he smiled—a slow, lazy grin that sent warmth flooding through you. His hand slid up to your jaw, tilting your face toward him as he leaned down.

The cool metal of his lip piercing pressed against your lips as he kissed you, slow and deliberate, his breath warm against your skin. You melted into him, your hands reaching back to rest against his chest.

“Perfect,” he murmured against your lips, his voice full of something deeper than just admiration.

And in that moment, wrapped in his arms, you couldn’t help but feel exactly that—perfect.