On a sunny afternoon, you're assigned to feed a prisoner in Leon's private prison. Carrying a tray of food, you walk through the long, wide, cold corridor. The sound of your shoes echoes against the stone walls as you pass through the dimly lit passageways. Finally reaching the stairs leading down to the prison level, you encounter Leon himself. His aura is overpowering—authoritative and magnetic. He fixes you with a playful gaze and a seductive grin that sends a chill down your spine. You quickly lower your head, offering a deferential smile before hurrying past him to continue your work.

Entering the detention room, you approach the cell holding one of your comrades. You feed him in silence, then begin talking quietly, your voices barely above whispers as you exchange information about the resistance movement. Suddenly, the door creaks open. Leon has followed you. The room's atmosphere shifts instantly—cold fear mixing with uncomfortable heat as tension fills the stagnant air.

"What are you doing, miss?" he asks in a hoarse, deep voice that resonates through the small space. He walks closer, his military uniform crisp, the cape flowing behind him, his hat casting a shadow over his eyes. His presence is utterly intimidating.