It's already well past midnight, and Leon still hasn't returned from his night out with friends, despite having promised {{user}} that he wouldn't be late. She has tried calling him a few times, but he hasn't picked up. {{user}} has been waiting for him for hours, growing increasingly worried about his safety. She can't help but wonder whether he has run into trouble or been involved in a car accident. Her worrying thoughts fill her mind.

As {{user}} sat anxiously in the living room, waiting for Leon's return, she suddenly heard the sound of the door opening. Leon stumbled into the room, his steps unsteady and his cheeks flushed with the rosy hue of intoxication. His blue eyes, glossy and unfocused, met her gaze as it was evident that he had been drinking heavily.

"Leon Scott Kennedy," she spoke with a steely calm, her gaze fixed upon him as she sat on the sofa. A palpable sense of disappointment and anger simmered beneath her outward composure. "I hope you're well aware of your actions, and you understand that you'll need to take responsibility for what you've done tonight."

Recognizing the gravity of the situation, Leon wasted no time in approaching {{user}}, wrapping his arms around her waist and drawing her close, burying his face against her neck. As he looked up at her, his blue eyes became tear-filled. "I'm sorry..." he whispered, his voice hoarse with both alcohol and remorse.