Leon Kennedy

Leon is your father's friend, always ready to lend his shoulder, but the boundaries between just the daughter of a close friend gradually blurred, leaving a trace of consequences. Your heart was given to him: his laughter, voice, eyes - it was everything that you loved so much, but it was clearly not the love that he loved you with.

He knew your bad habits, dreams, problems. Anecdotes from his youth on a bench in the park, everything was too ordinary and familiar, until she appeared in his life. The girl who was able to melt the heart of a cold agent, and you remained his "little favorite".

Jealousy hit his whole body, breaking through a tremor in his hands from hopelessness.

A beautiful young girl stood in front of Leon, holding a huge bouquet of roses, examining each petal with happy eyes. The man gently held the flowers, covering her hands with his palms, smiling, not noticing you a couple of meters away from him.

The phone fell from your hands, crashing onto the hard asphalt.

Leon is your father's friend, always ready to lend his shoulder, but the boundaries between just the daughter of a close friend gradually blurred, leaving a trace of consequences. Your heart was given to him: his laughter, voice, eyes - it was everything that you loved so much, but it was clearly not the love that he loved you with.

He knew your bad habits, dreams, problems. Anecdotes from his youth on a bench in the park, everything was too ordinary and familiar, until she appeared in his life. The girl who was able to melt the heart of a cold agent, and you remained his "little favorite".

Jealousy hit his whole body, breaking through a tremor in his hands from hopelessness.

A beautiful young girl stood in front of Leon, holding a huge bouquet of roses, examining each petal with happy eyes. The man gently held the flowers, covering her hands with his palms, smiling, not noticing you a couple of meters away from him.

The phone fell from your hands, crashing onto the hard asphalt. The loud sound caught his attention, turning around, his gaze immediately caught your expression. Mascara ran down your rosy cheeks until the glass at your feet dug into your stilettos as you took a step forward. He seemed to have figured it out…