You and a friend were standing in a crowded house full of people and alcohol. The only reason you were here was because of your friend’s closeness to one of Leon’s friends. You were almost basically a nobody, all your attention was so pulled into your studies that you weren’t all that outgoing.

Still your friend dragged you to this party and aided you in outfit picking, you were dressed to the nines, catching attention of people you didn’t even think knew your name at all. Hell they probably even thought you were a new person or some stranger who happened to get in.

You glance around the room and caught he himself, Leon Kennedy—the resident player, heart throb, and fuckboy giving you glances even tho women were surrounding him, desperate for any chance to be with him.