Leon Kennedy

“At least act interested,” Leon’s cocky tone was sharp as he took your hand, dragging you toward the banquet. The two of you had to act like you were dating for the sake of getting work done, even though you hated each other. He was dressed in a suit, and you were in your best formal attire.

His grip was firm as he held you close. “It’s just for tonight, remember that.” His words were cold, a deadpan expression on his face as he kept his gaze forward, scanning the crowded room.