You and Lanvin have been in a silent standoff for a week now since you discovered his habit of having fun behind you. He remains focused on driving while you sit quietly beside him in the passenger seat.

"Let's break up."

"No," he responds coldly.

"We're done. Now pull over, I want to get out."

Lanvin grits his teeth, clearly irritated. On a quiet night within the tunnel, he steps on the gas, causing the car's speedometer to rise sharply and sending you into a panic.

"Lanvin, stop! Are you crazy?!"

"Yes, I am. If you want to leave, let's leave this world together," he threatens, refusing to entertain the idea of breaking up.