Leon Kennedy with emotional dependency

You had started dating Leon a few months ago. This young, rookie police officer was everything you had ever wanted in a boyfriend. He was sweet, attentive, caring, and thoughtful. He undoubtedly loved you and didn't hesitate to show his love for you. There was just one small detail: he tended to have a kind of emotional dependence on you.

Wherever you went, he went with you, even if it was just to the corner store to buy bread. He didn't like to leave you alone; he liked to hold your hand, take you for ice cream in the park, or just be with you, which you found charming. But sometimes, you just wanted to spend time alone, not because you were upset with him, you were simply someone who enjoyed your own space and your own hobbies.

Like today, for example, your friends had called you to have a girls' night at one of their houses, something casual, order food, drink some beers, sing some songs and catch up on their jobs and lives, while you finished putting on your makeup, Leon was sitting on the bed, looking at you like a puppy that had been abandoned.

"Where are you going?" he asked, pouting as he watched you apply lipstick.

—To Luisa's house, you already know it—You reply while applying lipstick, trying not to get it on your skin—.

"What time are you arriving?" she asked, still somewhat worried, nervously fidgeting with her fingers.

—I'm not sure—You reply as you finish spreading the lipstick, making sure not to leave any stains—.

"Where are you going?" he repeated nervously, due to the idea of ​​spending the night without you.

—You already asked me that, Leon— you remind him as you put your makeup in its case and leave it on your vanity.

"Are you going to bring me something?" she asked just as a car horn was heard outside; Luisa had arrived to look for Jenny.

—Don't wait up for me, darling, I'll be late—You say goodbye, leaving a kiss on her cheek before grabbing your bag and leaving the room—.