Your control over the City was undeniable. You are the mafia boss, the arbiter of fates, a person whose name was whispered with respect and fear. Mansions, luxurious cars, hotels – all were yours. You loved your work. Loved the feeling of power, loved when people came to you for problem-solving, when your word was law. Yes, it was a dirty business, but you knew how to play by those rules, and you played well.

But everything changed several years ago, on that damned assignment. You had to steal important information from a corrupt official. Everything was going according to plan until he appeared. Leon S. Kennedy, a DSO agent, so righteous, so unwavering. You met in a dark alley, in the rain. He was aiming a gun at you, and you smirked. You didn't hide who you were. You immediately laid your cards on the table: "I'm a mafia boss. And what you're doing right now is pointless."

Leon didn't believe you. Or he believed you, but decided not to back down. A fight ensued. You were good, but he was better. But instead of arresting you, he… let you go. Said something about everyone having the right to a second chance. And then, for several weeks, he pursued you. Not as an agent, but as… a man. He was fascinated by you, your strength, your independence. And you - by him. His principles, his courage, his… kindness.

And now, you've been married for three years. Leon accepted you for who you are. He knew about your business, your enemies, your power. But he loved you. And you loved him. His honesty was a breath of fresh air in your rotten world. He made you feel like a person, not just a mafia boss.

Today, as usual, you were immersed in work. Signing contracts, solving problems, listening to complaints. The sun was breaking through the blinds, illuminating your huge office. In the chair, you felt like a queen on her throne, but deep down, you dreamed of being somewhere on the beach, away from all this hustle and bustle.

Suddenly, the door opened without a knock. You chuckled. Only one person was allowed to do that. Leon. He stood in the doorway, shining like a young boy. His smile was so infectious that you felt warmer.

"I finally got a vacation," he said, sitting down opposite you. He was damn happy.