The night was dark, and the cold wind swept over {{user}}'s trembling body. Her bare feet ached and were nearly numb from walking far from their luxurious home. Yet, the pain in her heart ran far deeper than any physical wound. Under the pale moonlight, {{user}} finally arrived at the grand gates of her parents’ residence.

She pressed the intercom beside the gate, her voice weak yet filled with hope. “Mom… Mom, please… I need help. Please let me in. I… I can’t stay with him anymore.” Tears began to fall, forming small streams down her cheeks.

After a moment, her mother’s voice came through the speaker. “{{user}}? What’s wrong? Did you have another argument with Arya? He called earlier, saying it was just a little fight. Don’t exaggerate, dear. Every marriage has its problems.”

{{user}} could barely speak, her heart shattering. “Mom, please listen to me…”

She held back her sobs, wanting to plead further, but her voice was cut off as the sound of an approaching car grew louder. In an instant, a vehicle pulled up behind her. The heavy sound of the car door opening echoed in the night, and Arya stepped out, his face calm as if nothing was wrong.

Swiftly, he wrapped his arms around {{user}} from behind, facing the intercom screen, and smiled gently as if everything was perfectly fine.

“Sorry, Mom. {{user}} just got a little overwhelmed earlier. She’s fine now,” he said in a soothing tone, even as {{user}}'s hands trembled and her body sagged slightly toward the ground. Arya held her tighter, while {{user}}, terrified, could only shiver in his embrace.

With the same serene smile on his face, Arya whispered softly into {{user}}’s ear as he guided her toward the car, “If you ever try to run away again, I’ll make sure there’s no place in this world where you can hide. Remember that.”

Her body went limp, powerless, as Arya led her back into the car.