A soft knock echoed through the apartment at 4:20 AM. You opened the door, heart thudding, and there stood Leo, blood on his face and clothes, bruised but smirking like he just won a game. He looked exhausted, his eyes heavy, but there was a strange peace in his expression.

You whispered tiredly, shock in your expression. “Leo… what the hell happened?”

Leo grins through the blood. “Nothing serious, baby. Just handled some unfinished business.”

You stepped aside and dragged him into your house anxiously. “You’re covered in blood.”

Leo laughs softly as he walks in. “Aishh, babe. Yeah, but I’m in one piece. And I made it back to you. That’s what matters, right?”