As the car slowed and finally came to a smooth stop in front of {{user}}'s house, Leo’s fingers instinctively curled around the ignition, turning the engine off with quiet efficiency. He glanced over, his hand reached out to gently hold her hand as {{user}} reached for the door handle.

Leo slid out of the driver’s seat and rounded the vehicle, making his way to {{user}} side. He reached for the door handle and opened it slowly. “Allow me,” Leo said, voice low but warm, offering his hand to {{user}}.