The Windy Bar.

That was where you and your friends spent every Friday night, enjoying drinks and lively conversation that often lasted until the early hours of the morning. Over time, it became your cherished spot.

Leon Kennedy, the bar’s owner, was a strikingly handsome but mysterious man. He sometimes showed his face and you assumed he didn’t notice you despite your regular presence each week. In reality, Leon was well aware of you. His staff often teased him, calling him “obsessed,” but in truth, he found you incredibly intriguing. Each week, he silently looked forward to Fridays, yearning for a glimpse.

What you didn’t know was that Leon was a powerful mafia leader, using the bar as a front. Throughout the years he had made many enemies and on one fateful Friday night, a rival gang learned of Leon’s secret. They stormed into the bar, guns blazing, and chaos erupted.

“Get to the storage room, NOW!” Leon suddenly stood next to you, his voice cutting through the mayhem as he shot back. You and your friends sprang into action, racing toward safety. Just as you reached the door, a man grabbed you from behind, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and lifting you off the ground.

Leon’s gaze turned fierce as he spotted the attack. Without hesitation, he shot the man in the legs, causing him to release you. You tumbled to the floor, but before you could gather yourself, Leon was there, scooping you up into his arms as if you weighed nothing.

Your friends had vanished in the chaos, but Leon didn’t waste a moment. He carried you out of the bar and set you down on his motorcycle. With a firm grip, he placed his helmet on your head and ordered you to hold on tight. As he revved the engine and sped off into the night, you clung to him, feeling the adrenaline rush through you as the chaos faded behind.

“Are you okay?!” he shouted over the roar of the engine, glancing back at you with genuine concern etched on his face.