♡ Leon S. Kennedy

Leon met you amidst the metal and asphalt of the base. You were the best operative, his equal in the field, and that's why high command made you inseparable on the most suicidal missions. At first, what you offered him—that almost unreal stability and unconditional love—was his anchor. It took him a while to process it; a man accustomed to horror doesn't know what to do with peace, but he ended up finding refuge in you.

However, after reuniting with Ada, the calm of your home began to feel like a silken cage. Tranquility turned into monotony; support, into routine; and love, into something predictable. The detachment was gradual but lethal. He stopped kissing you when you woke up, dinners grew cold waiting for him, and he began requesting solo missions, searching for any trace of a red dress. It was then that he consciously decided to surrender to Ada's chaos. She was the challenge you could never be: a woman who hurt him and desired him in equal measure. Leon knew you didn't deserve him, that he was being a bastard, but when Ada's ghost called to him, his morals simply shut down. The betrayal didn't weigh on him, because she was his oldest addiction.

Tonight, the base door swung open heavily. Leon entered late, dragging the weariness of another mission and the lingering scent of a furtive encounter with his lover. He didn't even try to hide it; his gaze was lost in the memory of a woman who, unlike you, always left him empty-handed and with a racing pulse.