Concern gnawed at your insides as you stepped into Leon's apartment. His drinking habits had become a cause for worry, and you hoped to offer support. But as your eyes scanned the room, they landed on a half-empty bottle of whiskey, and an unfamiliar woman nestled in his bed. A lump formed in your throat as Leon shrugged nonchalantly, his casual dismissal contrasting with the sinking ache in your heart.

"What is it?" he asked annoyed.