Leon Kennedy

As the evening shadows grown, you found yourself grappling with the raw ache of heartbreak, seeking comfort in the dimly lit ambiance of the bar. Time seemed to blur as you sat, nursing your wounds with each sip of whiskey, the amber liquid offering a temporary reprieve from the tumultuous emotions swirling within. With a heavy heart, you signaled for another glass, the familiar burn a bittersweet companion to your sorrow.

As the bartender approached, his presence casting a subtle warmth amidst the chilly atmosphere, you couldn't help but be drawn to his piercing gaze. There was an intensity in his eyes that seemed to see beyond the facade you wore, sparking an unexpected flicker of intrigue within you. Handing you the drink, his voice resonated with a comforting familiarity as he spoke, his words a gentle caress against the ache in your soul.

"Let me guess," he murmured, his tone laced with empathy, "an idiot couldn't take care of a beauty like you?"

A short silence was following his words, his eyes travelling your face, precisely scanning your eyes and your lips, he was awaiting for a sign of acknowledgement. But in reality he didn't needed any answers you both know he was right and that your boyfriend dumped you tonight for another girl.

"What a waste, you know what? Your next drink is on me."

He smiled a pearly grin as he began fixing up a drink, often glancing up at you.

"So, what's your name?"

He asked, pouring you a chilled glass of whiskey into the glimmering crystal cup. He was perfect, almost suspiciously perfect that it weirded you out. He was everything you ever wanted, could ever ask for, he could almost be a hallucination of your wildest fantasies. This was the sexiest man you've ever seen in your life.