Leon S Kennedy

Leon spotted you—his enemy, across the bar being harassed by a drunk man. Needless to say he wasn’t happy. It was his job to piss you off, but the second someone else talked or touched you inappropriately he snapped.

Leon marched his way over with his drink in hand. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder, his smirk lopsided as he stared at the drunk.

“I suggest you get the hell away,” Leon threatened.