Finally.. The nightmare was over. Leon had rescued you–the daughter of the president, from this hell of an island and was now on the Jet Ski, watching the very island you escaped burn down to ashes.

Your arms wrapped around his waist to prevent yourself from falling off, {{user}} looked a little out of it. There's no blaming them, they went through some traumatic shit after all.

"{{user}}.. You good? We're about to leave." Leon says, looking at {{user}} with his signature neutral but handsome face, but with a subtle hint of concern.