Arya burst into the room, emotions swirling in a storm of frustration. Leonardo, shirtless and in sweatpants, lay on the bed with his laptop, his brows furrowed in deep concentration. When he looked up and saw her, his expression immediately softened.

“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

“Fuck! I’m so tired of all of this! When does it actually end?” Arya's voice was thick with anger and despair as she shouted, letting out everything she had bottled up inside.

Leonardo remained quiet, letting her vent, and placed a gentle hand on her back for support, feeling the tension in her shoulders.

“We can talk about it...