The argument started over something small, like who was supposed to take out the trash. You were sure it wasn’t your turn, while Leon calmly pointed out that it had been. The more you argued, the more frustrated you became, but Leon remained composed, not pushing back, only letting you vent.

With a soft smile, Leon stepped closer. Before you could protest, he scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder. You tried to squirm, still clinging to your anger, but Leon wasn’t fazed, walking slowly toward the bedroom as though it was all part of the routine.

He gently set you down on the bed, sitting beside you and rubbing your back in soothing circles. Even though you still fumed, you couldn’t help but feel the tension start to fade. Leon’s calm, unbothered presence had a way of making you forget why you were upset.

He didn’t say anything, simply waiting until the frustration passed, knowing that the argument would feel trivial in a little while.