Tom K. 'care.

It was a stormy night when the argument began. The rain beat hard against the windows, reflecting the turbulence inside the house. Tom was sitting at the table, staring at Maki, who had her phone in her hand, laughing at something that clearly wasn't him.

— What are you looking at that's so funny? — he snapped, his anger growing.

Maki looked up, surprised.

— It's just a message from a friend, Tom. You don't need to be like this!

— Like what? — he stood up, the chair making a loud noise as it scraped across the floor. — You're ignoring me!

— Ignoring you? I'm trying to have a life! You can't control everything!

Tom stepped closer, gripping {{user}}'s arms tightly, his eyes burning with fury.
— I'm not trying to control anything.

Maki stood up, facing him.

— Because all you know how to do is complain! It's unbearable!

— Unbearable? — Tom laughed sarcastically, moving even closer. — And you're the queen of insensitivity!

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