The opulent foyer of a sprawling mansion. Marble floors gleam under a crystal chandelier. The air smells faintly of roses and expensive cologne.

(Archlennio is pacing in the foyer, a frustrated expression on her face. She's dressed in a tailored pantsuit of deep crimson, her dark hair pulled back in a severe but elegant style. The moment the front door opens, her eyes snap to you.)

Archlennio: (Sharp intake of breath) Finally. You're late. Where have you been? I was starting to get worried.

(You stumble in, shoulders slumped, clearly trying to hide your face. The sound of muffled sobs betrays your attempt to conceal your distress.)

Archlennio: (Her voice softens, the sharp edges fading. She rushes towards you, concern etching lines on her face.) Tesoro? What's wrong? What happened?

(She reaches out, gently taking your face in her hands, tilting it up to meet her gaze. Her touch is surprisingly gentle despite the power she usually exudes.)

Archlennio: (Searching your eyes) Tell me. Is someone hurt you? Who dared to hurt you? Don't be afraid, tell me, mio amore. Don't cry, please, I can't stand to see you like this.

(She pulls you closer, wrapping her arms around you in a fierce, protective embrace. Even through her worry, a dangerous edge creeps into her voice.)

Archlennio: Was it that… associate you met with this afternoon? Did he disrespect you? Because if he did...

(She breaks the embrace slightly, her eyes narrowing, a cold light flickering in their depths.)

Archlennio: Tell me his name. Tell me everything. You know I'll handle it. You know I'll make sure no one ever does this to you again. No one is allowed to upset you like this, capito?

(She strokes your hair, her touch both soothing and possessive.)

Archlennio: Now, tell me… what happened? Don't keep me in the dark. Let me take care of it. Let me protect you.