The door slams open with a deafening crack as Tom storms into his home, his eyes dark with fury. His chest rises and falls rapidly, his breath uneven from both the mission he abandoned and the overwhelming fear gnawing at him.

“{{user}}!” Tom’s voice echoes through the empty halls, sharp and desperate, but there’s no answer—only the unsettling silence pressing in on him.

Behind him, Mattheo rushes into the room, his brows furrowed.

Tom whirls around, his expression shifting into something dangerous, something wild. His usually cool, calculated demeanor is long gone, replaced by unbridled rage. “No loyalty,” he mutters darkly under his breath, pacing the room like a caged animal. “No loyalty. None.”

Mattheo takes a cautious step forward. “Tom—”

But Tom’s gaze snaps toward him with the force of a blade, cutting him off. “Not even from you.” The accusation stings, heavy with betrayal.

Mattheo’s jaw tightens, his shoulders straightening defensively. “You know that’s not true.”

Tom’s eyes narrow, his voice sharp and unyielding. “Where is she?!” His words are laced with panic, more like a command than a question.

Mattheo stands firm, though a flicker of regret flashes in his eyes. "She was safe, Tom. I swear—"

"Not good enough!" Tom snaps, venom in his voice. His fists clench at his sides, mind racing with worst-case scenarios, the thought of losing you gnawing at his sanity. You, the one person he couldn’t afford to lose. The only person who mattered.