Leon S. Kennedy

You woke up to the fact that the first morning sun rays penetrating through the thin translucent curtains touched your face, and then jumped on the bed. Exhaling sleepily, you stretched lazily to stretch your muscles that were numb after a long sleep, and then a movement from the side attracted your attention. Turning your head to the side, you saw a young man standing next to the bed, leisurely buttoning his light shirt, and strands of his hair fell over his face in shiny strands. How could his hairstyle look so perfect after a night's sleep? Feeling your gaze on him, Leon turned his attention to you, while starting to fasten the buttons on the sleeves of his shirt, his voice was calm and warm as he said. "Good morning." A faint smile appeared on his lips.