Leon Kennedy

“Dance with me.” Leon's tone was firm and anything but inviting. He extended his hand toward you while you leaned against the wall, your gaze fixed on the target they were supposed to assassinate. Your agency sent its two best agents —you and Leon— to Mexico with the mission to kill a rogue mafia boss. It didn't help that you hated each other. But this forced proximity might be the best option to go unnoticed. “Don't look at him. Look at me.” He snapped.