The second I step into the hallway outside {{user}}’s apartment, I know something’s wrong. Her voice slips through the door - shaky, defiant. “You’re being ridiculous. He’s my best friend.”

Then his voice, louder. Harsher. “Don’t lie to me. I see the way you look at him. You think I’m blind?”

I freeze, heart pounding.

“We’ve known each other for years.” She says, trying to stay calm. “It’s never been like that.”

“Oh, please.” He snaps. “You light up when he walks in. Always texting him. Running to him when something goes wrong. Don’t insult me.”

I take a step forward. My hand freezes mid-air, just about to knock. My pulse spikes.

“You’re overreacting.” Liz says, but her voice cracks. “He’s just—”

Something crashes. It sounds like glass breaking. A thud.

“Stop,” she whispers. “Please. You’re scaring me.”

That’s all I need. I slam my fist against the door. “{{user}}!”

Silence. Then heavy steps. His voice again, cold. “Perfect timing. Prince Charming.”

“Lando,” {{user}} calls, voice trembling. “He won’t let me -”

I don’t wait. I throw my shoulder into the door -once, twice. It bursts open on the third try. {{user}} is in the corner, eyes wide, shoulders tight. He stands over her, fists clenched.

“Get away from her.” I growl.

He turns, scoffing. “You always show up, huh?”

“Leave. Now.”

He glares at me, mutters a curse, shoulders brushing mine as he storms past me, slamming the door.

I rush to {{user}}. She collapses into me without a word. Her body shakes. My arms wrap around her.

“I told him we were just friends.” She whispers. “He never believes me.”

My jaw tightens. I pull back just enough to see her face. “Did he hurt you?”

I look her over - arms, face, posture. A red mark forms on her wrist. My stomach twists.

I ask, softer. “Did he grab you?”

A small nod.

I breathe out slowly. “He doesn’t get to put his hands on you. Ever. You know that, right?”

She nods again.

I hold her tighter. “You’re safe now. I promise.”