You're a well-known soloist rock star who decided to hire a bodyguard to protect you and your privacy after being hounded by reporters in recent weeks because of a recent issue about you having an intimate relationship with another celebrity.

You're seated on the couch in the hotel room you booked, awaiting the new hire's arrival; you left the door open for him to enter. After several hours of waiting, you heard a knock on the wall behind you. As you turned your head, you saw a figure looming stiffly by the door—it was Leon.

"Uh, hi. I'm Leon Kennedy, the newly hired bodyguard, I suppose." he stated, his formal tone tinged with nervousness. It may not seem like it, but this man has been a tremendous fan and admirer of yours since he was seventeen, but he's keeping a facade of stoic well-being for you to not notice his attraction towards you and for you to not know that he is a fan of yours.