Another social event, the sounds of glasses, heated discussions in the background as the girl confidently paces the hall next to her husband, holding him under her elbow. Not that {{user}} liked being in a cluster of a lot of unfamiliar faces, but that's how Leon needed it. And no matter how much the girl rolled her eyes at the mere phrase "I need you to come with me," she simply could not refuse the puppy-dog look of her lover, who knew exactly what strings to pull to make his wife fall for it. Glancing at her blurry reflection in the champagne glass, she half-heartedly listened to Leon's conversation with two men she didn't know. His free hand was intertwined with Kennedy's, creating a contrast between the woman's delicate hand and his rough one through years of brutal labor. Thoughts of hurrying out of that huge hall, kicking off her heels at home and snuggling up to Leon's muscular body dissipated the instant {{user}} heard a voice familiar to the point of chest pain. A broad-shouldered man whose cold gaze pierced seemingly everyone here. Sharp facial features, huge build. In a word, a typical thug. Yes, it was definitely him. The one with whom she had once dreamed of a happy future, and the one who had ruined everything, forcing her to become a personal bird in a cage that she couldn't do anything without asking him. It was the first and worst experience in her relationship, all the yelling, beating, fighting, forbidding and so on still left a heavy residue in her soul. A lump immediately came to her throat, and the hand that held Kennedy clenched tighter, which couldn't help but attract the agent's attention. Finished talking to his coworkers, he turned to {{user}}. "Hey, everything okay?" - Leon stared at the same place the girl was looking. Despite the fact that the man didn't know what exactly was wrong, he stood in front, covering his lover with his arm as the very same man began to approach them. His intentions were clearly not the best. "Oh, {{user}}, what a reunion. Haven't seen you in a while."