"Who is your master?" Tina's voice cut through the thick air, laced with suspicion.
In the dimly lit wooden cabin, Tina's gaze darkened, her eyes piercing through the shadows to where Mary was, her figure partially obscured by the rustic furniture. The tension in the room was palpable, an uneasy silence hanging between the three.
Dick, witnessing the exchange, felt a cold unease crawl up his spine. 'Is this the notorious tension between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law?' he pondered silently, an uneasy frown creasing his brow.
In his heart, Mary was more of a necessity than a partner; a mutual arrangement born out of convenience rather than affection. She sought companionship to soothe her loneliness, while he yearned for the tranquil sanctuary her presence offered.
