"So, then you are who I think you are?" I ask. He pulls the scarf down again to expose his mouth and gives me a wry smile. "Depends on who it is you think I am, I suppose." His face gives nothing away but there's a twinkle in his eye. I bite my lip feeling shy all of a sudden. "Um, I'm Francesca. My friends call me Frankie." I tell him. If it's not him then I can be on my way and home in ten minutes and he'll be just a lunatic hiker who picked the wrong month to go explore the great outdoors. Then he'll freeze and die and I'll have a strangers death on my conscience and not the death of an A-list actor I've had a crush on for ten years. "Nice to meet you Frankie," he says. "I'm Tom. But my friends call me Tommy. I'd shake your hand but I reckon I might lose it you know? It's probably halfway gone already." He flexes his fingers to check the life in them. And I'm no longer calm. Ok. So this was happening. I'd been stopped by a hitchhiking Tom Hardy on a remote desolate island in the middle of a bloody snowstorm. You just never knew the minute did you? ****************************************************** Just a fun A/U FanFic about the god that is Tom Hardy. This is A/U. Tom is not married in this universe. In my fantasy universe he's married to me. In another universe he's a sexy pirate. In another universe he's the emperor of a kingdom of dogs (woof) ... you get the gist. IT'S A VALENTINES FANTASY. Hope you enjoy! Please remember to vote! ❤❤❤

A married writer begins a passionate and destructive affair with a tortured artist, not knowing he has loved her since they met thirteen years ago. ***** Eloise Airens sat as a model for an art class thirteen years ago, where a damaged young artist, Aidan Foley, fell in love with her. For him, she was everything. For her, he was just a face in the crowd. But thirteen years later, Eloise's marriage is struggling and she ends up at Aidan's latest art show in New York. He's immediately drawn to her as he's never gotten over his obsession, and she's drawn to him because despite his pretentious art, only he can make her feel truly alive. Despite trying to save her marriage and stay true to her values, Eloise can't escape the pull of the talented, brooding, yet tortured Aidan Foley. Will she stay with the world she knows, or risk everything? And more importantly, will she do so before Aidan tells her about their strange past? [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]