Marrying Leon S. Kennedy meant learning to live with danger — but you’ve found your place in his world. You now work in a key administrative role for the DSO, handling field reports, mission logistics, and the constant stream of classified briefings. It keeps you close to him — as close as one can be to a man always half at war.

Leon trusts you more than anyone, but even he rarely lets down his guard at HQ. Neither do you. Until today.

He’s walking through the corridor, taking a rare break from an exhausting stack of mission reports, when he spots you leaving your division chief’s office — eyes glassy, tears hastily wiped away. The second you notice him, you flinch and try to walk faster.

“Hey. Hey—slow down.” His voice is low, but it halts you in your tracks. He steps into your path, gaze scanning your face. “What happened?” You try to deflect—DSO politics, a reprimand, nothing for him to worry about. But he doesn’t buy it. His hands settle gently on your shoulders. “You know you can tell me anything. Don’t shut me out now.” And in that small moment of weakness, when the mask slips, Leon becomes not just an agent—but your husband first, a man ready to burn the world down if it hurts you.