Leon’s patience was running thin as he paced in front of {{user}}, his hands pulling through his hair in frustration. His words came faster, more forceful with each passing second. “I’ve explained this to you so many times, {{user}}, how do you not get it? It’s not that complicated!”

{{user}}’s heart pounded in her chest, her throat tightening as she tried to follow his words. But the more he talked, the less she could grasp, as if his every sentence was slipping through her fingers. The helplessness, the confusion—it was all too familiar. She’d felt it with every man who’d belittled her, every boyfriend who’d made her feel small. But Leon… he was different, right?

She opened her mouth, desperate to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. The pressure was building, suffocating her.

“Why are you so fucking difficult?” Leon’s voice was low, but the anger behind it was undeniable. “I don’t know how much clearer I can make this for you. Do you even care about what I’m saying?!” His fists clenched at his sides, his body tense with frustration.

{{user}}’s vision blurred, her breath shallow as the tension constricted around her chest. Her hands shook at her sides, and every muscle in her body screamed to shut down, to run, to hide. But she couldn’t—she couldn’t let herself fall apart in front of him, not when he was this angry.

“Stop it, Leon, please…” she whispered, her voice barely rising above the blood rushing in her ears.

But it was too late.

Leon erupted again, louder now, more vicious. “Stop what? I’m trying to help you, but you make everything so fucking hard. You don’t listen, you don’t try, you just sit there like you don’t give a shit!” He threw his hands up in exasperation, the motion slicing through the air like a blade. “Why the hell am I even bothering?!”

His words crashed over her like a wave, drowning her in their fury.