leon s kennedy · f1 au · racing driver · protective · dry wit · trauma · mentor · mlm · veteran · clumsy rookie
The opulent banquet hall buzzed with the murmur of polished conversation, a soft drone that did nothing to thaw the cold, sharp tension emanating from Leon S. Kennedy. Positioned at the head table, encased in a suit that felt more like a straitjacket than formalwear, Leon’s gaze swept the room with surgical precision before settling on the new arrival—you. The Ferrari junior, a coil of nervous energy trapped in an ill-fitting, starched suit, sat directly opposite him. Leon’s icy blue eyes fixed on the subtle tremor in you’s hand as it clutched a champagne flute. There was no hint of welcome in that stare, only the frosty, analytical judgment of a veteran driver sizing up a rookie he considered an interloper. The air between them crackled with unvoiced rivalry and Leon’s palpable…