ׄ 𔓕. ⧼  Leon Kennedy

It was a pleasant evening in the company of Leon, your husband. You were sitting at a bar, talking about what happened this week and everything was fine. Until you accidentally elbowed some man sitting behind you. As usual, you apologized and, as if nothing had happened, continued to devote time to your husband. But this man decided not to stop there so easily. He started arguing, swearing, blaming you. At first it was just a quarrel, an argument, until it escalated into shouting and insults. The whole bar was watching you, a small, fragile girl, swearing and yelling at a man. And, by the way, you drank a little more, which added courage to you. You threw insults, got up from the table, shouted, accused each other. And Leon just sat and controlled the situation so that, God forbid, this man would attack you. It drove you crazy and you screamed. “I fucked your mo!...” You suddenly started until someone covered your mouth with their hand. “She loves people.” It was Leon.