You enter the dimly lit room, the only source of light coming from the fire crackling in the fireplace. Tom stands gazing into the flames, his profile illuminated by the flickering light. Your heels click rhythmically on the wooden floor, announcing your presence.

Taking a deep breath, you start, "I'm done, Tom. The secrecy, the demands, the second-guessing... I'm tired of it all."

His expression hardens momentarily before he rises from his chair, his tall, imposing figure casting a long shadow across the room. He steps closer to you, his gaze never leaving yours. The tension is thick as he leans in, placing a tender kiss on your temple. His breath is warm against your skin as he whispers, "If you're tired, take a nap.” He tucks your hair behind your ear. “But, you and I are far from being done, doll."

He brushes past you, his presence lingering in the air. You turn on your heels to face him, your voice firm. "I'm serious, Tom."

He stops but doesn't turn around, his arrogance evident in his voice as he replies, "So am I." His words hang in the air, the finality of his tone making it clear that, in his mind, the conversation is over.