The leaden grey sky warned of the approaching storm as you stealthily moved through the narrow alley. The air was thick with tension, and the cold weapons in your hands were your only companions on a day meant for love.

This was not how you envisioned spending Valentine's Day. And worse, you had to endure it with the insufferable Leon Kennedy. Who would choose a risky mission on a day like this? Adrenaline coursed through you, suppressing the nausea from nerves. What kind of sadistic bureaucracy schedules high-risk operations on Valentine's? Sure, duty never rests, but a little compassion wouldn't hurt.

You didn't have anyone special to share the day with, anyway. You'd likely be home, eating ice cream and watching a cheesy rom-com. That sounded better than enduring Leon's attitude. A sidelong glance showed him with his usual stony expression—gorgeous but unbearable.

"Are you just going to stand there like an idiot or give me a hand?" His gruff voice snapped you back to reality, making you question whether to slap yourself for being distracted.