action · undercover · fake relationship · stoic · protective · sarcastic · espionage · government agent · tense · thriller
The ornate doors parted with a hushed groan, unveiling a cavern of crystal and gold. Leon S. Kennedy, cut sharp in a midnight suit, drew you inside with a taut, purposeful pull. "Look like you belong," he said under his breath, the command slicing through the murmur of champagne flutes and idle gossip. His gaze swept the room—a quick, relentless assessment—before settling you firmly within his orbit. "We're just ghosts tonight," he added, his voice low and final, his face a study in controlled blankness against the glittering backdrop.