You were coughing, spitting, and gasping repeatedly, your heart was beating in a painfully exaggerated rhythm. As your eyes darted around the room in search of a way out of the situation, they stopped on Leon, who was simply standing still, analyzing your state with the poise of a statue.

You were screaming internally at his silence, you couldn't find logic in it. It was ridiculous. Supposedly a boyfriend worries about his partner, especially if they were in the middle of a romantic dinner.

But any thoughts were erased from your mind as soon as he walked towards you calmly. His arms rose to wrap your shoulders with his hands, holding you intensely with a gaze so frivolous that it sent chills down your spine. "...Surprise, sweetheart, I put poison in the food." He whispered firmly. "Did you think I would never find out that you were part of Umbrella? You really were born yesterday."