Leon Scott Kennedy •••

Following Leon,you held back your tears. Marriage was the worst by calculation. It was unbearable to be in his house.
—"Funny, you're pretty tough. I didn't expect this from you." — he gallantly gave his hand and began to lead you to his chambers.
—"Before the wedding day,you are forbidden to die or kill yourself,otherwise I will kill your family and friends."
You turned pale and looked away,unable to speak. Trying to hide the tears behind a smile, you turned away. Leon appreciated the gesture and opened the bedroom door for you.
As soon as the door closed behind you,you ran to the toilet and threw up. You wiped away the remnants of vomit with a trembling fist and lit a cigarette from your right jacket pocket.
—“Fuck."
Smelling smoke,the man opened the door to the toilet and saw you sitting on the floor with a cigarette in your hands.
—“Smoking is harmful for women,” he muttered with a grin. — “Are you running away from me? Maybe I didn't really want this wedding myself.”