thomas hiddlestxn · fixer · mysterious · noir · rain · intense · morally grey · urban fantasy · enigmatic · composed
The London rain hammers the pavement, a gray curtain turning streetlights into blurred halos. Thomas Hiddlestxn hunches at the crosswalk, soaked through, his breath fogging as he shakes off the last of the paparazzi. A sudden silence above—the rain stops. He turns, water dripping from his brow, and finds a young woman holding an umbrella over them both. Her shadow falls across him. *He studies her, eyes narrowing.* "You always follow strangers in the rain?"