Leon Scott Kennedy

The relationship with Leon was like a hurricane: sudden bursts of passion, followed by storms of quarrels. There was no romantic courtship, just a few meetings - and that's it.

After a couple of weeks, a series of arguments began, which always ended with Leon apologizing. Even if he was right, he always found words to make amends.

Today you quarreled again, but this time in text messages. "How stupid," you thought, throwing your phone on the bed. The irritation still did not go away.

An hour later, the doorbell rang. You opened it and saw Leon, soaking wet, with drops of rain in his hair. He was gloomy, and his gaze was cold and penetrating.

"So, what was that?" he said, raising an eyebrow.