Leon Kennedy |

It was late in the evening that your husband, Leon was still working on some files that he was finishing studying for his work.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, his gaze icy on the papers while you lean on the edge of the bedroom door

“ Fucking files... " He grunts, frowning, sitting on the chair infront of his desk

The buttons of his open white shirt revealing a little of his torso, a glass of alcohol on his desk next to the ashtray, half-opened cigarette still smoking

Leon is exhausted from all his work but does his best in the hope of finishing quickly and being able to rest or have some quiet time with his wife.