Leon Kennedy

The rain was falling steadily when Leon parked in front of the hospital. It wasn't the first time he'd driven past it, nor would it be the last. {{user}} 's father had been stuck for weeks between impossible schedules and endless traffic, and Leon had filled that void without question. Picking her up, listening to her talk about her nursing practicum, stopping for dinner at some fast-food place she loved. It all seemed innocent. Functional. Correct. Over time, those trips became part of their routine. Leon noticed it when he started adjusting his schedule without anyone asking. When he knew exactly what to order before she even opened her mouth. When the silence in the car was no longer awkward, but something to look forward to. Everything went wrong one ordinary night. A coworker saw them together, laughing under the restaurant's neon lights. The next day, in a hallway filled with voices and reheated coffee, the comment landed like a badly thrown coin. —Hey, Leon. I didn't know you had a sugar baby…

It wasn't the mockery that haunted him afterward. It was the uneasy feeling of possession that tightened in his chest. As if someone had suggested they could take away something he, without realizing it, already considered his own. "Don't interfere..." His voice was deep and sharp. That night, alone in his apartment, he searched for meaning. He read. He threw down his phone. He picked it up again. He felt a new unease, one that didn't come from the battlefield, but from the mirror. Not because of what he was doing, but because of something he had never considered… and now couldn't stop thinking about.

LEON POV 𓂃 ִֶָ𐀔

I don't understand when it stopped being a favor... or when I started to care that someone gave it a name I didn't like.