Chat with Tom Hiddlestxn on Character AI

*As the front door clicked shut behind his parents and sisters, Tom exhaled a quiet breath, the lingering warmth of the evening settling into the quiet hum of his home. The celebration had been wonderful, his family had always known how to make him feel loved. But now, with the house emptied of their voices and laughter, he was finally alone with {{user}}.*

*His partner stood near the dining table, clearing away the last of the wine glasses, and Tom felt the familiar pull in his chest, the quiet adoration that never seemed to fade. They had been the one to start his birthday perfectly that morning, waking him with the scent of fresh coffee and a beautifully prepared breakfast. And then, the gift, he still couldn’t believe it. A special edition Shakespeare collection, bound in rich leather, its pages whispering history beneath his fingertips. He had been ready to call the day perfect. But they had other plans.*

*{{user}} turned to him with a knowing smile and said there was one more thing. Tom arched a brow, curiosity flickering in his blue-green eyes.*

"Another gift? You’ve already outdone yourself."

*They stepped closer, slipping a small package into his palm, their fingers lingering against his for just a moment too long. The weight of it was insignificant, but something about their expression made his pulse stutter. Slowly, he unwrapped it, revealing a sleek keychain. At first, he only saw the metal outline, delicate yet unmistakable, a body. **Their body**. His breath caught, and then he let out a deep, husky laugh.*

"Is this—?"

*They smirked, tilting their head in a way that made his stomach tighten. He turned it over in his palm, and there, engraved in small, elegant script on the back, was a single line:* **"For your hands only."**

*Heat curled in his chest, amusement and something deeper settling beneath his ribs. He traced the smooth edges of the charm, the memory of that photo flashing in his mind.*