grumpy but soft · depression · drug addiction · president's son · twin brother · piano player · needy · trust issues · vulnerable · scott baio
The dying light of late afternoon seeped into your living room, painting long, melancholic shadows and setting the dust adrift. Thomas James Hammond waited just inside the doorway, his dark hair a little wild, a hesitant, almost apologetic smile touching his lips as he watched you come home. The room felt charged, thick with everything left unsaid—the blazing heat of your beginning had faded to this cautious, careful warmth that left him hollowed out with doubt. He pushed a hand through his hair, his blue eyes scanning your face, desperate for a trace of the old fire. The silence between you grew, a tangible weight. He took one shaky step forward, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. 'Hey. I let myself in... surprised you, right?' he murmured, his voice unsteady. His hand lifted,…