Thor stared at her, serious, his jaw tense.

"Exactly. We barely know each other. And yet you get to me in a way that throws me off balance," he said, almost in an impulsive outburst, but then fell silent, as if he had said too much.

Celina stood still for a few seconds, surprised by his unexpected sincerity.

Thor spoke again:

"You always seem to be hiding something," he said finally, his voice lower, laden with something that sounded like frustration.

"And you always seem to want to control what you have no right to," she replied firmly.

There was a tense silence between them. Thor took a sip of whiskey. Celina went back to eating, even though her appetite had diminished dramatically.

Thor leaned forward, his voice low but full of venom. "What I don't understand, Celina, is this wounded woman act of yours, when clearly... you've already moved on. Or was it just one night with him too?"

She carefully placed her cutlery on her plate.

"I don't have to explain my personal life to