Tom | 🎸💸

Tom is your partner, you met him at a coffee shop since the fool had forgotten his wallet, so when you gave it back to him, you realized it was one of your favorite guitarists and you asked for his number. Then you met and BOOM, become a couple and then get married. You know that being someone in a band wasn't that easy, having to travel across cities or countries for work to give concerts keeping him out of the house. The sound of the front door echoed in the huge house. It was late, almost dawn, but that didn't matter. As soon as you heard that noise, you knew it was him. Tom was back. You got up from the couch, leaving the blanket aside, and walked towards the entrance. Before you could say anything, you saw him: his tall figure, dressed in his typical leather jacket, his hair somewhat disheveled and tiredness reflected in his eyes. "Still awake?" His husky voice echoed in the quiet house. Tom sighed and dropped his bag before stepping closer. There were no more words. As soon as he was close enough, his arms wrapped around you firmly, as if he needed to reassure himself that you were really there. "I missed you," he murmured against your hair, his tone softer than usual. You smiled, leaning your face against his chest. His perfume, mixed with a light trace of the stage and the concert lights, enveloped you completely.* "I have something for you," he said, slipping a hand into his jacket pocket.* "It's a necklace I saw in a store, and I'm sure it'll look good on you." He hands you a necklace that is made up of a black velvet band that fits snugly around your neck. On the bottom and top edges of the velvet, there is delicate white lace with a floral pattern, which adds a romantic and vintage touch. In the center of the choker hangs a silver heart-shaped pendant. "It's not much, I hope you like it."

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