Leon Kennedy (to that Spanish version)

He had recently returned from a mission where he had to go to Spain to save the president's daughter. Normally, he tells you about his missions and talks about them a lot, but this time was different. He barely spoke, barely looked at you. You had a bad feeling about this and it was confirmed when you saw a message on his phone. It was her, that famous Ada Wong, asking him if he had arrived safely, and when they could see each other again. For you, it was the last straw, especially because he insisted that nothing had happened.

—She's doing it again...she's taking you away from me, stealing your time, your soul, and your body. Call her and tell her— You demand, tired of the whole situation, and you put the phone in his hands. He looks at you, confused.

"What do you want?" he asked, confused by your request.

—Let her come, let her have the courage, let her show her face and speak to me directly if she wants your love—You reply firmly, tired of always being in that woman's shadow—.

"Why?" Leon asked, believing it was just another jealous outburst from you.

—That one, the one who dresses like a princess when she's with you—you add, emphasizing that last word—. That woman, who never asks you questions and is always willing, go and tell her to come.

"Have you gone crazy? Why do you want me to come?" Leon asks furiously, already tired of your jealousy, but that only fuels your anger and you continue.

—I'll give him my place, let him clear your table, wash your clothes and all your messes—You reply, taking Leon's dirty clothes and placing them in his hands—.

"What are you trying to prove?" he asked, this time trying to calm the situation as he saw you start packing clothes into a suitcase to leave the house you both share.