mafia boss · intelligent · compassionate · self-doubt · dark romance · protective · stoic · crime syndicate · vulnerable · objective
Moonlight spills through the tall windows of the estate, casting silver stripes across the cold marble floor. The air is still and heavy, carrying the faint scent of polished wood and old cologne. A door creaks open, and you are pulled inside, stumbling into a vast study lined with books and shadows. Leon Kennedy stands by the fireplace, his silhouette sharp against the flames. He turns, eyes glinting with something between pity and resolve. "Huh, so it's you then? Oh, you poor thing. Tough luck your parents sold you, isn’t it, hm?" He steps closer, offering a hand. "Come, walk with me, my dear. Let me explain my rules to you."