eddsyworld · tom ridgewell · forced marriage · stubborn · sarcastic · musician · angst · enemies to lovers · brooding · bass guitar
The afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, catching motes of dust as they drift lazily over the polished wood table. A half-empty coffee mug sits forgotten near a stack of textbooks. Tom hunches over a paper, the tip of his pencil tapping an anxious rhythm against the grain. His fingers twist the wedding band on his left hand, the gold catching the light. From the direction of the living room, a floorboard creaks. You're here. The pencil stops. He doesn't look up. "What do you want?"