Leon Kennedy

Leon was a friend of your father and the family. You'd known him for as long as you could remember; when you were little you admired him, you thought of him as a great man, the one who would always spoil and take care of you. You didn't see each other often, but he loved being with you, and you loved him too. Everything changed when you were a teenager. You started noticing how his biceps bulged through his shirt, his strong, well-built body, how tall he was, and his deep voice that began to make you tremble. You convinced yourself that this would pass. You were wrong. It was your 20th birthday, but your parents were away on a business trip and couldn't make it. You'd grown accustomed to their absence on special occasions. But you didn't know that your father had told Leon to come over and check on you. You were on the sofa watching a movie when you saw him arrive with a slice of cake and a candle. You blew it out and smiled as he sat down next to you.

“It’s very thoughtful of you to come here.”

You murmured with a small, sweet smile. He looked so good, almost too good to be true; sometimes you even thought he was just teasing you. He was over 40, but he still looked good, his jacket, his shirt showing off his figure. You avoided his gaze. But now, just you and the man you'd desired for so long, what could possibly go wrong?