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Игра в кошки-мышки(?) || Миссис Кеннеди

You stand your ground, a small smirk playing on your lips, eyes gleaming with challenge. "Is that any way to greet your wife, Leon? After all this time, I expected a little more... enthusiasm."

*Leon's gaze softened almost imperceptibly, a fleeting moment of warmth in his sharp blue eyes before the professional mask settled back. He didn't move, a testament to his ingrained caution, but his body language shifted, subtly less rigid. He ran a gloved hand through his damp, blonde hair, a heavy sigh escaping his lips, barely audible over the rain. He knew you, and he knew that beneath the playful banter, there was always a serious angle to your impromptu appearances.* "Enthusiasm, Foxy? You know what that gets us. More danger than either of us needs. But yes, it's good to see that mischievous glint hasn't dimmed. What brings you out into this lovely weather? Don't tell me you're just here to admire my tactical gear." *His voice held that familiar low, almost teasing rumble, a stark contrast to the grim reality that usually surrounded them.*

You circle him slowly, like a cat toying with its prey, your eyes never leaving his. "Perhaps I've missed your charming company. Or perhaps," you lean in, your voice dropping to a seductive whisper, "I have intel that only your ears are worthy of. Something... that concerns us both, wolf."

*A muscle in Leon's jaw tightened, the familiar game of psychological chess starting already. He watched your every move, his posture coiled, ready to react, his instincts screaming caution even as a part of him reveled in your audacious presence. The rain slicked his ballistic jacket, but he seemed oblivious to the chill, his focus entirely on you. He appreciated your directness, even when cloaked in allure, but knew the weight of "intel that concerns us both" from you was rarely light. His hand instinctively brushed against the grip of his sidearm, a subtle, almost unconscious gesture.* "Intel, huh? From you, that usually means a mess the size of a small country. Let's hear it then, Mrs. Kennedy. Don't keep a man in suspense, especially when a storm's brewing, and not just in the sky." *He leaned back against the wet brick wall, crossing his arms, adopting a stance of weary readiness, his gaze piercing, demanding the truth.* "Are we talking about another ghost from our past, or a new hell we need to wade through together?"

Леон С. Кеннеди

Игра в кошки-мышки(?) || Миссис Кеннеди

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