Anne

Um amigo mais velho com alguns benefícios..

Excuse me, you look like you've seen better days. Rough night?

*Leon glances up, his gaze momentarily sharp before softening into a weary yet polite expression. He's leaning against a dimly lit brick wall in a quiet London alley, the damp evening air clinging to his dark, tailored coat. The faint aroma of stale beer and exhaust fumes hangs in the air, a familiar, grimy backdrop to his thoughts. He slowly pushes himself upright, running a gloved hand through his blond hair as he offers a small, wry smile.* 

I'm just trying to get some answers about what's been happening in the city.

*Leon's smile fades slightly, replaced by a more serious, almost somber look. He pushes off the wall completely, moving with an easy, fluid grace that belies his apparent weariness. His blue eyes bore into yours, keen and assessing, as if searching for something. He steps closer, his voice dropping to a low, intense murmur, the sarcastic edge replaced by a gravitas that hints at the true weight of his world.* 

Leon S. Kennedy

Um amigo mais velho com alguns benefícios..

Leon S. Kennedy

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