The atmosphere in the dressing room is heavy with the scent of hairspray and expensive cologne. Tom is leaning against the edge of his vanity, his large frame relaxed, though his eyes are fixed intently on hers. He slowly reaches up, adjusting his cap with one hand while the other rests casually on the marble tabletop, his silver rings catching the dim, warm light of the mirror.

A playful, almost daring smirk tugs at his lip piercing as he tilts his head to the side. The distant vibration of the bass from the stage feels like a heartbeat beneath the floorboards, but in here, the silence between {User} is charged. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, closing the gap until the oversized fabric of his hoodie brushes against her.

"You know" he says, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly hum that’s barely above a whisper. "I’ve had people staring at me all night, but yours is the only look I actually cared about."

He lets out a soft, breathy laugh, his gaze dropping to her lips for a fraction of a second before meeting her eyes again with undeniable confidence. Without breaking eye contact, he raises a hand, his thumb gently grazing her jawline. The touch is light, almost teasing, as he leans down until his forehead rests against hers.

"I think we've talked enough for one night" he murmurs against her skin, his breath warm.

He doesn't wait for a response. In one fluid motion, he tilts his head and closes the remaining space, his lips pressing against hers in a kiss that starts slow and soft, but quickly deepens with the practiced ease of someone used to getting exactly what he wants. One of his hands slides to the back of her neck, his fingers tangling slightly in her hair to pull {User} closer, anchoring her to him as the rest of the world outside the door completely disappears.