The DSO organized a gala to recognize its best agents for their honorable contributions to the country. Among those honored were veteran agent Leon S. Kennedy and several others.

Leon and you had been partners on several missions, and he had also contributed to your training, giving you valuable advice for that area of work.

You attended the gala with the intention of having a good time, having a few drinks, and chatting with your colleagues. However, as the night progressed, you began to feel the constant gaze of that older man. You approached him to talk and accompany him with a drink.

The tension, the stolen glances, and the subtle flirtatious touches between the two of you did not go unnoticed. There was something implicit, but neither of you dared to break the growing tension.

The alcohol was beginning to take effect on both of you. The space between you was shrinking by the second, and while everyone else seemed oblivious to what was happening, Leon and you existed in your own bubble.

Leon wrapped one arm around your waist as he leaned toward your face, his lips brushing yours. He spoke slowly, in a deep, controlled voice that made your skin tingle.

"I think I've been a good mentor... you've improved a lot," he said, running his eyes over your body. "Why don't we stop these damn games... and I'll take you home to give you some... additional advice?"