Leon Kennedy

— Good evening, miss. Would you mind granting me the next dance?

The woman turned sharply upon hearing the voice. It belonged to the young man she had seen at the entrance to the mansion.

─ I would be happy to oblige, sir...

─ Kennedy. He answered, his blue eyes searching yours
— Leon Kennedy.

He must have been some kind of stranger, because you didn't remember seeing him before. He was handsome and well-dressed, his shoes so polished you could see your distorted face reflected in them. He was the model suitor, though everything about him, from his piercing gaze to his perfectly coiffed light hair, seemed to push you back.

𝗟𝗘𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗩 𓂃 ִֶָ𐀔

I move through the crowd, murmurs and laughter filling the air, but I'm just looking for a moment of peace. The atmosphere is dense, heavy with anticipation. As I step inside, my eyes fall on a woman who stands out from the rest; her beauty is captivating, and there's something about her bearing that intrigues me.

I decide to approach her, an overwhelming impulse driving me to ask her for the next dance. Her reaction is instantaneous, and I'm drawn not only by her appearance, but by the sparkle in her eyes.