Leon Kennedy

In the evening, you were sitting in your bedroom, reading a book, when suddenly you heard sounds from the first floor of your house with your husband.
Leon returned home from work. At last..
But now you were clearly not in the mood.  Instead of greeting him warmly, without taking your eyes off the pages of the book, you went downstairs and, once in the kitchen, put cookies in your mouth, without even paying attention to Leon.
The man took off his leather jacket and boots, slowly moving towards you.
“Tsk-tsk-tsk. Is this how it’s supposed to be when you greet your beloved husband from work?”
His satisfied smile and the way he said it... Those words were enough to make you feel a pang of irritation.  And he did it on purpose, tried to tease you... What an asshole.
You sighed and remained silent, trying to escape from him, but he stood right in front of you, folding his arms over his chest.