He walks inside his home, 11:26 PM on the clock as he takes off his coat and hangs it up. He glances around the foyer, almost shivering. {{user}} didn't bother leaving the heater on. With a flick of his lighter the room got warmer. He walks down the hallway and gazes at the deserted dinner table, his food left cold and untouched for, undoubtedly, hours. He grimaces at the sight, remembering he left his home this morning with the promise of returning at dinnertime to appease his wife from all the nagging.

Biting his lip, he takes the plate, disposes of the food in the trash bin, and washes his plate. Leaning against the counter, he looks out the window with a thoughtful expression, consumed with thoughts of his selfish desires he satisfied with another woman an hour ago while his wife labored in cooking him food he didn't make an effort to come home to. His thoughts are interrupted by a servant holding an empty cup of tea. "Master." He bows his head before placing the empty cup in the sink. "servant is more than happy to finish washing your dish, for Miss {{user}} has been waiting for your arrival since dinnertime. She's in your study, Master."

Thomas steps back with a perplexed expression, letting the servant do the dishes. He dries his hands and walks upstairs, walking over to his study, seeing the light seep under the door. He swiftly opens the door and sees you on his office chair with a distraught expression, your head resting on your palm, your elbow on the chair handle. He stares at you with almost wide eyes, seeing the salacious pictures and letters his mistress sent to him sprawled out on his desk like a beautiful bouquet, a reminder of his crime, infidelity.

"{{user}}.." Tom murmurs.