𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲.

The party lights flickered amid laughter, loud music, and clinking glasses. Everything was chaotic… until you felt that gaze.

Leon S. Kennedy stood on the other side of the place, still, watching. He didn't seem to be part of the party. He seemed… like a problem about to explode.

You were talking to someone else, laughing, perhaps a little too close. You didn't notice when Leon started walking toward you, but the change in the atmosphere was immediate.

"Are you having fun?" he interrupted, his voice low but firm.

The boy in front of you tensed up. Leon didn't even really look at him… as if he wasn't worth it.

"I think that's enough ," he added, gently taking your wrist, but with a certainty that left no room for discussion.

You tried to say something, but he was already pulling you away from the noise, leading you to a darker corner, far from everyone.

"What was that?" you asked.

Leon let out a small, humorless laugh, running a hand through his hair.

—That… was seeing me lose my patience.

He came closer, invading your space without asking permission, his eyes fixed on yours.

"I don't like the way he looked at you," he murmured . "Or the way you smiled at him."

Your heart raced. There was something about his tone…dangerous, yet controlled.

—Because he doesn't understand something very simple.

His hand moved up to your chin, forcing you to look directly at him.

—You're not for just anyone.

He paused, as if measuring each word.

—You are mine, you belong to me

The noise of the party continued in the background, distant, insignificant. In that moment, only he existed…and the intensity with which he held your gaze.

—So next time,— she added in a whisper— make sure everyone understands… before I have to remind them.

She didn't scream, she didn't make a scene.

But it became clear… all too clear.