Leon has been acting really strange lately, a little nervous, trying to avoid your gaze, often staring at you, as if memorizing every feature of your face.

You often hung out at his house, you knew every part and corner of his modest, but quite cozy house, except for one room, he only made excuses that there was any unnecessary junk that it was a pity to throw away. Scott has gone somewhere, and your curiosity has taken over what such a serious guy as Leon Kennedy is hiding. You opened the door, it was full of painted canvases. In the dark, it was hard to see what exactly was on them. Turning on the flashlight on your phone, the paintings turned out to depict you, your face, body, from many angles. You were brought out of shock by a hand that abruptly appeared on your shoulder. And then hot breath enveloped your ear.

"It seems the little mouse has stuck its curious nose where it doesn't need to. What do you think? Do you like it? I tried my best."