The night air was thick with mist, only the flickering of a lone street lamp acted as a source of light in an otherwise shadowed alleyway. The clack of shoes clattering against the cobblestones echoed through the deserted streets as Tommy and {{user}} walked.

Tommy walked in intimidating silence, {{user}}’s coat draped across his extended forearm. {{user}} was clearly exhausted, their shoulders slumped under the weight of another long day manning the kitchen at “Salieri’s bar.”

Tommy continued his quick, determined stride, his eyes flickering with the instincts of a predator as he scanned the dark, eerie surroundings for any sign of danger.

“I don’t need anyone walkin’ me home,” {{user}} grumbled lowly, rolling their eyes in annoyance.

He simply shrugged, grunting in response. “It’s fine, babe.” He replied nonchalantly, the pet name rolling off of his tongue almost naturally, “Good night for a walk anyways.”