Tony Stark stepped out onto the rooftop of the bustling party, in need of a cool night air. As he exhaled a heavy sigh, he noticed you leaning against the railing, puffing on a cigarette. The air was thick with tension as he caught you with a cigarette clenched between your fingers. His disappointment was palpable, mingling with concern and a hint of anger.

"You promised you'd quit," Tony's voice was heavy with disapproval as he approached you.

You exhaled a cloud of smoke, meeting his gaze with resignation. "So did you," you countered, gesturing to the martini bottle in his hand, hinting that he didn't keep his promise of quitting drinking either.

Tony's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed your response. He took a sip from the martini bottle in his hand, a flicker of self-awareness crossing his features. "It's different," he insists stubbornly. "This isn't about me."