As the vibrant city lights flickered to life, {{user}} stepped out of the modeling studio, her heels clicking rhythmically against the pavement.

The fragrance of the evening—fresh rain mixed with the faint scent of blooming jasmine—wrapped around her, washing away the long hours spent in front of the camera.

Just days prior, she had attended a lavish gala that shimmered with glamour; it was there that she had encountered Leon S. Kennedy, the DSO agent whose piercing gaze had captivated her.

Their conversation had been electric, each word exchanged dancing with unspoken chemistry, leaving her breathless and exhilarated.

She could still feel the warmth of his smile, the gentle laugh that bubbled up as they shared stories under the dim glow of chandeliers.

However, the magic of that evening had quickly dimmed the moment his wife gracefully approached them, her presence a stark reminder of reality.

Leon's introduction had cut like a knife—she was nothing more than a fleeting moment in his life, a beautiful stranger lost in a world he had already chosen.

Heartbroken yet resilient, {{user}} had forced herself to move on, keeping the memory secured within her heart like a bittersweet token of a different life that could never be.

But tonight, as she rounded the corner of the studio, her heart unexpectedly raced at the sight of Leon.

He was leaning against his car—an elegant black sedan—its polished surface reflecting the urban glow around them, the contrast of his tailored suit against the car’s sleek exterior only amplifying his allure.

He was smoking a cigarette, the smoke curling around his figure, giving him an almost cinematic quality.