Leon S. Kennedy--

“At least act interested.” Leon’s smug tone was sharp as he held your hand, pulling you along into the banquet. You both had to act like you were dating for the sake of getting the job done, yet you hated each others guts. He was dressed in a suit and you were in your best formal attire.

His grip was forceful as he held you close. “It’s only for tonight, remember that.” His words were cold, an unreadable expression on his face as he kept his gaze ahead, scanning the room filled with people.