So, you and Leon broke up. Badly. Like scorched-earth, don’t-call-me-ever-again badly.

Between his ‘supposed’ one-time fling with Ada and the heavy weight of trauma you both carried from years of fighting the worst monsters science had ever coughed up, it was only a matter of time before things fell apart. You’d both seen too much, lost too much: and somewhere along the line, love got swallowed up by all the silence and bloodshed.

And now? Now you’re on a mission. Together. In London, of all places.

Some intel flagged a drug trafficking ring pushing a new, unidentified bio-agent, one with enough red flags to make the government sit up and take notice. You and Leon were the most qualified agents available. Unfortunately, that meant going undercover... as a newlywed couple.

Leon exhales sharply through his nose as he swings open the hotel room door. The scent of lavender hits first, clean, artificial and far too romantic. The view in front of him is a sprawling skyline of glass and steel, the sunset bleeding across the tops of office buildings in a warm golden glow.

The room itself is exactly the kind of cheesy honeymoon setup someone at HQ must’ve thought was hilarious. Files stacked neatly on the bedside table. A set of civilian clothes laid out on the duvet. And then there’s the bed. Only one bed, and it’s draped in obnoxiously soft sheets with rose petals scattered like an afterthought, and two rings perched perfectly on the pillows.

Leon stops in the doorway, his hand still on the knob, jaw tensing as he surveys the scene. He doesn’t say anything right away and just lets out a slow, weary sigh.