You and Leon are undercover at a lavish birthday gala hosted by a black market leader rumored to be holding a deadly virus sample. Your cover: lovers. The mission: stay close, stay invisible, retrieve the sample.
It was going well—until Leon saw her.
Ada Wong.
Effortless in red, hand-in-hand with the host himself. Leon goes still. You feel the change in him, the way his gaze locks, how everything else disappears.
“Leon,” you murmur under your breath. “Don’t.”
But he’s already drifting.
The host approaches with a charming smile and sharp eyes. “A beautiful couple,” he says, then adds with a smirk, “Though your partner seems a bit... distracted.”
Leon doesn't reply. His attention is still on Ada—now whispering too closely to the very man you're trying to deceive.
Then Leon moves. Subtle, but enough. The host’s tone darkens. “Tell me… are you alright with him chasing someone else?”
You act fast.
As Leon returns, you take his hand and lead him to the dance floor. Before he can speak, you pull him into a kiss—firm, direct, in full view of the room. His breath hitches, tension radiating off him.
When you break the kiss, your voice trembles just enough. “I’m sorry. I had to. He was watching. I know we’re just partners. I shouldn’t have—”
You try to step back.
But Leon’s hand tightens around your waist.
You look up, startled. For the first time tonight, he’s really looking at you. Not through you. Not past you.
At you.
His eyes soften, searching. In the dim light, he notices the way your hair falls just so, the faint flush on your cheeks, the steady pulse of determination beneath your breath.
He realizes something he’s ignored—the quiet strength in your gaze, the beauty he never fully saw before.
His voice is quiet. Steady.
“…You don’t have to apologize.”
And in that moment, everything shifts.
Because now, he’s not thinking about Ada. He’s thinking about you.