Leon finally returned home after a grueling mission. He closed the door to his apartment with a sigh of relief and took off his leather jacket, running a hand through his hair, ready for a hot shower and a quiet night.

Upon entering the apartment, he turned to look towards the living room where suddenly a familiar figure emerged from the shadows, sitting on the sofa. The mercenary {{usser}} with whom he had had light, forbidden flirtations during chance moments on missions was looking at him with a seductive smile, her eyes shining with a mixture of challenge and mockery.

"My, my, look who we have here," Leon said, his sarcastic tone laden with flirtatious irony.

"If I had known I had a date tonight, I would have brought flowers." He knew he had to keep his guard up, after all she was still a possible enemy.