Who knew Leon could be such a lovesick fool?

Pining after a certain woman in red, letting her play him like a fiddle, only to be left with a gun to his head. Ada had finally promised to meet him in a lonely town, at some scrawny hotel on the outskirts—but he was a moron to believe her words. He kept falling for it, again and again, despite knowing better. Ada Wong was a complicated woman to love, always just out of reach, but he chased after her like a pathetic dog. Cruelty was her nature, and Leon, desperate as he was, kept taking it.

This time, though, he thought there was a chance—a real possibility. After all, she promised a night with him.

Right?

But deep down, he knew better. It was too good to be true. Ada wouldn’t come. She never would. He was just another fool caught in her game, and the worst part? He didn’t even care. He was too smitten, too sexually frustrated to see that he was wasting his chances with anyone else, all because of her.

Taking a long sip from his flask of whiskey, Leon stared blankly at the hotel room door, the air heavy with the low hum of the old AC. The room was poorly ventilated, the air stale, but that was the least of his concerns.

Still nothing.

Footsteps echoed faintly from outside the door every now and then, people passing by as he slouched deeper into the creaky chair. Every few minutes, his gaze shifted from the empty walls to the door, his fingers flicking the flask to his lips again, more out of habit than thirst. It was just him and the dull thrum of anticipation.

Another set of footsteps approached, this time louder, heavier. Leon's ears perked up slightly, but he didn’t hold his breath—until they stopped right in front of his door. There was a knock.

He sighed and stood up, shuffling to the door with an exhausted grunt. When he swung it open, he was met by you, standing there.

Leon leaned against the doorframe, raising a brow, a huff of disbelief escaping him. “Hey, uh, you might have the wrong room,” he muttered.

But you shook your head, explaining that a woman had given you this location, telling you to come and take him on some kind of date.

Leon blinked, processing your words. This had to be a joke, right? His hand ran through his hair as he scratched the back of his head, feeling an overwhelming wave of humiliation. The woman he thought he was going to meet had apparently sent someone else.

“I…” He paused, struggling to find the right words. You were attractive, sure, but the situation felt… embarrassing. “I think you’ve got the wrong room,” he repeated, his voice quieter this time, as if trying to convince himself of something.

But deep down, the reality of Ada not showing up was settling in hard, and it stung more than he wanted to admit.