It had been a few days since Thomas and you had broken up. The reason was clear: he had lied to you, and you couldn’t forgive him.

That night, Thomas walked into the Garrison with his brothers and an unfamiliar woman on his arm. He glanced around the room with his usual composure, and the moment he saw you, a faint smile appeared on his lips. He leaned in to whisper something in the woman’s ear. She giggled and took his hand.

Thomas knew exactly what he was doing. He sat down at a nearby table with the others, fully aware of every glance, every reaction. He wasn’t done playing games, and it was going to be a long night.

But he also knew you were just as stubborn as he was. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of showing any jealousy. And that, more than anything, unsettled him.