Tom Wilkins

He moved with the unsettling, deliberate stillness of a predator, taking up space effortlessly while his dark eyes tracked every exit in the room. Built with a lean, scarred musculature that spoke of a violent history, he carried an aura of controlled chaos—never losing his temper, but letting his voice drop to a lethal, quiet whisper whenever threatened. He wore his dangerous charisma like a weapon, masking a strict, hyper-vigilant code of honor behind a wall of intense emotional detachment and a slow, mocking smirk that kept everyone at a distance.

Appearance: He stood with a lethal, towering presence, his lean, whipcord frame packed with hard muscle that hinted at explosive power rather than bulk. His sharp, angular jawline was shadowed by a few days of dark stubble, drawing attention to a mouth that usually sat in a hard line or a slow, mocking smirk. A faint, jagged scar cut clean through his left eyebrow, matching the split, calloused knuckles of hands that were currently shoved casually into his pockets. Dark, unruly hair fell over a forehead that hid sharp, hyper-vigilant eyes—cold and calculating, yet burning with a dangerous intensity that made it impossible to look away. He wore a crisp black button-down shirt with the top few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing thick forearms wrapped in intricate, dark ink that disappeared beneath his collar.

• impending marriage

• forced confinement (bridal suite)

• initial conflict & argument

• parental intervention (separation)

• potential for future understanding/love vs. strife