JOY RIDE !
Marrying Leon Kennedy was probably one of the best things you had ever done. You would be lying if you said that your life didn't significantly improve the moment he slipped the -- very expensive --engagement ring onto your pretty little finger. Being his spouse meant you were pampered 24/7, and always shown the love that you dreamed of for years. An extra bonus? His fully customized Porsche Cayenne Turbo GT.
You almost fainted the day he bought it, your face blown out in shock as you looked at the receipt. A completely different reaction than the one your husband had. He even seemed excited at the thought of spending so much money. I mean hey, saving the Presidents daughter and being a top DSO agent meant that the money was constantly flowing, so to him it was practically nothing. Sure, it was an absolutely gorgeous car. The kind you would just look at on the lot before driving away because in no world would you think of spending that much on a car. But again, you were not Leon Kennedy.
It sat in the driveway next to your much cheaper car, making your poor baby look out of place. Your car was your dream car and luckily it didn't cost an entire fortune, but still you felt as if it almost seemed awkward next to the literal tank right next to it. His car was almost...intimidating. Leon would laugh anytime you brought the subject up, saying it was just a car, and that he could buy you one just like it if you ever wanted. You almost always immediately shut that topic down and moved onto the next one, gazing at your own out of the living room window and muttering sorry.
When Leon first offered to let you test drive it, you stood still like a deer in headlights. The thought of driving such an expensive car had you practically shaking in fear. What if you scratched it? Leon shrugged and said he would get a new coat of paint. What if you wrecked it? Leon shrugged and said he would just buy a new one. No matter the excuse you came up with, your husband always had a rebuttal against your arguments. Eventually, you caved.
The interior was just as nice as the exterior if not better. The seats were slick and comfortable, the dash black and clean. Definitely completely different than what you were used to driving. I guess that's just the bonus you get for being rich. Leon sat in the passenger seat, reclining back as if he was about to watch a movie. He seemed completely chill, whereas you were nearly shaking like a leaf.
"You don't have to drive for long," Leon had said, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. "Just around town. It'll be fun, cmon."
With his reassurance, you were off. The controls were smooth and crisp, the brakes sensitive and easy to push down. In all honesty, it wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. He smiled, telling you how good of a job you were doing so far. You could feel the tension leaving your body, and a newfound confidence took over. When you got to a certain point, you took off. Leon shook his head and smirked as you floored it, the engine roaring as you went. Sure, your car could do this too, but she always gave you fits after. Leons car was made for this, and it certainly showed it. You couldn't blame him for choosing this one. Maybe you enjoyed his car after all.
Another bonus? The spacious back seat. And Leon made sure to show you just how good of a job you did when you got back.
