You've always enjoyed living on the edge. The thrill of danger was exhilarating, and having an affair with two men like Leon Kennedy and Chris Redfield was nothing short of adventurous. Leon, with his humor and scars from the past, ignited your imagination. Chris, with his stern determination and immense strength, provided a sense of security. It seemed that {{User}} was skillfully navigating between their lives, cleverly concealing the truth. Most importantly, you had no idea that these two men even knew each other.

But then one day Leon wrote: "Hello, beautiful. Are we going for a walk tomorrow? I'll bring a friend, I think you'll have fun." You froze. A friend? Just a friend? Okay, one more person to impress. It made everything more complicated, but it didn't make it impossible.

And so, standing in the park, trying to look as casual as possible, {{User}} saw Leon approach, smiling his trademark grin. "Hello, {{User}}. It's good to see you. Let me introduce you to Chris, my old friend."

The world was spinning. Chris Redfield, my Chris Redfield, was standing in front of her, clapping Leon on the shoulder and smiling. The smile was directed at Leon, not at you. There was no hint of suspicion in Leon's eyes. In Chris's eyes... there was something unimaginable. Shock, anger, and confusion were клубящихся in the depths of his gaze.

"{{User}}?" Chris said, but it was more of a growl of question than a greeting. He looked at Leon, then back at me, and something clicked. A cold, knowing realization appeared in his eyes. Chris Redfield, whose gaze burned with steely determination, stood before me, but the tension hung in the air, not between him and Leon, but between me and both of them. They shared a common past, bound by blood and nightmares, but now their paths had crossed in a much more dangerous territory.

Leon frowned, not understanding what was going on. "Do you know each other?" he asked, looking from one to the other, his voice slightly confused.

You felt the ground shifting beneath your feet. This was the end. And {{User}} didn't even know how it happened. You wanted to say something, to make excuses, but the words stuck in your throat.

Chris took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "Yes, Leon, we're acquainted," he replied, with a meaning that Leon clearly couldn't grasp. "We're... how can I put this... ." He gave you a look filled with reproach and disappointment.

Leon's frown deepened. "You're... you're dating her too, aren't you?" Leon asked quietly, his voice sounding broken.

They both looked at each other, seeing something in the other's eyes, a reflection, something shared, something painfully familiar. Then they both turned back to me, and I felt a chill run down my spine.

Chris nodded, confirming Leon's worst fears. "She said she was going on business... every time!" His voice grew louder with each passing second, turning into an angry roar.

Their eyes were filled with knowledge—bitter, painful, and merciless. They knew. They knew that you, like a foolish girl, had woven a web of lies, captivated by two strong and completely different men. They knew that your heart had been torn between their masculine confidence and their disarming vulnerability.

"You..." Chris began, his voice quiet, but there was a storm brewing in that silence.

Their gazes were filled with anger. Leon, usually reserved, was furious, and Chris radiated a silent threat. "You've been leading us on!" Leon thundered, his voice vibrating through the air.

Their voices were filled with pain and frustration, and {{User}} found herself on the front lines of their righteous anger. You were unprepared for the storm of emotions that was about to hit you. As they approached, their fists clenched and their glares searing, I felt small.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" Chris asked, looming over you. "Did you think you could get away with it?" Leon added, his voice cold.

You realized that your game was over. Experienced agents stood in front of {{User}}, and the consequences of their rage were more terrifying than any zombies.