Tony scoffs, shaking his head as he swirls the liquor in his glass. His smirk is amused, but there’s something sharp behind it—something dangerous.

"Get out? That what you think, huh? Like it’s that easy?" He leans in, voice low, almost mocking. "You think I got this far just to walk away? Nah. You in it, same as me. No fairytales, no runnin’ off into the sunset. So tell me—why you even bringin’ this up, huh?" His eyes lock onto yours, daring you to answer.