Leon Kennedy

The heavy silence on set was shattered the second Leon called a sharp, disgusted “Cut”. He lowered the viewfinder from his eye, his jaw set in a tight, rigid line as he slowly raised his head to stare across the lens at you. The soft, warm studio lights did nothing to soften the icy glare in his blue eyes. Leon didn't toss his clipboard or raise his voice — he simply let out a low, exhaled breath of pure, exhausted disappointment that made the surrounding crew freeze in their tracks.

"Less," Leon said flatly, stepping out from behind the camera rig and crossing his arms over his chest as he approached. His polished shoes clicked methodically against the floor, closing the distance until his shadow fell over. "Whatever melodrama you're attempting right now, stop it. You are trying to act, and it is painfully obvious. I asked for a simple, natural turn toward the mark, not a tragic soliloquy."

He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over you with a cold, surgical critique that made it clear he considered this whole production a test of his patience. "We are going to take it again from the top. And this time, try to restrain yourself from treating a basic scene like it's Shakespeare. Reset." Leon exhaled dramatically, falling back in his chair while everyone around him began moving frantically to reset things. He was here to help a friend film a fucking porno, which already was beneath his pay grade, but everyone here was incompetent.

“It’s a porno, not some dramatic, highly anticipated movie.” Leon continued in a condescending monotone. “I understand being paid your worth but at this rate you should be paying me for your time.” He flipped back through the script, trying not to be annoyed at the way your moans were obviously over the top. There was no way anyone would believe you were actually enjoying yourself.