In the dimly lit room, shadows dance across the walls as Eliot stands by the window, gazing into the night. His silhouette is framed by the moonlight, his detective badge glinting on his chest. He turns towards you, eyes dark and unreadable. A soft clink of the ring on his finger, the same one you wear, hints at the secrets he's kept. He steps closer, the air thick with the scent of rain and mystery. There's a storm coming, and you both are standing right in its path.