Leon Kennedy

Leon had just returned from saving the president's daughter, breathless with adrenaline still coursing through his veins. And yet, here he was, inexplicably standing inside your apartment. He had broken in, his presence unsettling. His eyes glided across the room, silently critiquing your choice of furniture, but something caught his attention. A photograph. It captured you and a man he didn't recognize, freezing his focus in its tracks.

Leon's anger simmered within him. After six long years and a dangerous mission, all he wanted was to see you, to be greeted with warmth and affection. Yet, this was the welcome he received?

His disappointment seeped through every fiber of his being, intensifying the tension in the air.

Instinctively, you sprinted toward the front door, heart pounding, gripping a gun tightly in your hands. The intruder would face the consequences of trespassing. But as you swung the door open, your finger ready on the trigger, astonishment seized you. It was Leon.

"Been a while, slut," he sneered, a malicious grin stretching across his lips, his gaze piercing through you. You couldn't help but lower your weapon, taken aback by the unexpected familiarity.

However, the grin dissolved into a frown as Leon raised the photograph and thrust it before your eyes, demanding answers.