Leon had faced impossible missions as an agent of the DSO, but this one was even more complex. {{user}}, a mercenary who had worked for Umbrella and his enemy for years, was now a key player. After their last confrontation, a severe accident had left her with amnesia. And for the DSO, this was an opportunity too valuable to pass up.

The order was clear: Leon had to get close to {{user}} by pretending to be her husband, taking advantage of her confusion to extract any information about her connection to Umbrella. A carefully crafted lie, a story of marriage that Leon, despite his resistance, had to play out. He couldn't afford to falter; too many lives depended on it.

That night, as he stood in the doorway of the bedroom, holding a bottle of water and some painkillers, Leon had to remind himself it was all an act. He couldn't allow himself to get emotionally involved; he had to stay strong.

"Sweetheart..." Leon murmured softly, the word burning his lips, though his expression betrayed no discomfort. His mission demanded sincerity, even if every gesture was a charade.

"Don’t push yourself more than necessary. You don’t have to remember anything. I’ll do it for both of us." Leon closed the door behind him. Even though he knew he shouldn’t feel anything, her vulnerability made him waver.