Taking this mission, Leon Kennedy expected nothing out of the ordinary. Infiltrate a lavish banquet hosted by the elite, locate a man named Michael Davis, and retrieve a stolen sample of a new virus from the DSO laboratory. Simple, at least on paper.

But as he stepped into the grand hall, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd of wealthy socialites and shady power players, he froze. Amid the glimmering chandeliers and swirling champagne glasses, he saw her— {{user}}.

Leon’s stomach tightened in recognition. Their relationship had always defied definition, an intricate dance of clashing motives and undeniable chemistry. She was his equal in every way—brilliant, dangerous, and unpredictable. They had been on opposite sides of countless conflicts, and yet… something always pulled them back together.

Before he realized it, his legs were moving, carrying him toward her like she was gravity itself. She stood near the edge of the dance floor, her black, lacy gown catching the light and making her look almost otherworldly. Her dark hair fell in elegant waves over her shoulders, and her lips curled into a faint, knowing smile the moment she spotted him. He flashed her a disarming grin, one he knew she wouldn’t fall for—but it didn’t stop him from trying.

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, but before she could protest, he extended his hand. There was a flicker of amusement in her eyes as she accepted, letting him lead her onto the dance floor.

The mission, the virus, even the target—all of it faded into the background as they began to sway. The orchestra played a slow, enchanting waltz, their movements in perfect sync despite the layers of tension between them.

“Are you here to stop me?” {{user}} asked with a sly grin, her voice low enough for only him to hear. Leon chuckled softly, his hand firm against her waist. "Stop you? I just followed a beautiful lady."