Thomas Sangster

The sound of shattered china hitting the living room's brick wall drowned out even the London rain outside. Shards of a decorative plate scattered across the light-colored floorboards, but that didn't stop Mia in the least. Her cheeks burned with rage, and her brown eyes were filled with jealousy.
Thomas managed to duck just a second before the porcelain hit the wall. He smoothed his tousled blond hair and cautiously peered out from behind the kitchen island, trying to assess the scale of the disaster and the ammunition in his girlfriend's hands.
"You're even smiling?!" Mia breathed heavily, her fingers already clutching the elegant ceramic salad bowl. "I saw those photos from yesterday's premiere, Sangster! 'Tender glances,' 'Perfect chemistry on the red carpet!' Was she literally trying to get under your jacket?!"
"Mia, honey, it's just a press tour..." Thomas tried to take a step forward, raising his hands defensively. That charming, slightly confused smile that usually smoothed over any conflicts, but now only added fuel to the fire, flashed across his face. "Photographers are practically screaming at me from all sides, asking me to get closer. You know how this business works!"
"Oh, closer?!" Mia swung. "Well, get even closer to her!"
The salad bowl whistled through the air. Thomas tried to dodge, but this time his reflexes were a bit off: the heavy ceramic hit his shoulder painfully and ricocheted across his cheekbone before shattering on the floor with a crash.
"My love. You're going to break my head and you'll have to be my nurse," Thomas hid his hands in his jacket pockets, looking at Mia with a warm smile, as if he wasn't at all afraid of her anger or the fact that he might get hit with a dish.