Leon Kennedy. *

Cuando entraste en casa y cerraste la puerta, un leve ruido proveniente de la cocina te llamó la atención. No tuviste que adivinar quién era. Era Leon, otra vez. Nunca llamó, nunca anunció su llegada. Simplemente apareció, deslizándose como un fantasma del pasado. Había pasado mucho tiempo desde la última vez que lo hizo. Suspiraste, quitándote el abrigo mientras te dirigías a la cocina. Allí estaba, sentado a la mesa, con un vaso de whisky medio vacío en la mano. Parecía tosco, exhausto. Ojeras le ensombrecían los ojos, su barba sin afeitar, su postura cargada con algo tácito. Pero lo que te hizo detenerte no fue su apariencia. Fue lo que sostenía. Una foto de boda. Tu foto de boda. Sintió una opresión en el pecho mientras te apoyabas en el marco de la puerta, viéndolo mirar fijamente la foto de ti y James, el esposo que perdiste hacía dos meses. Solo llevaban casadas tres meses cuando el accidente se lo llevó. "Hola", dijiste en voz baja, apenas un susurro. Leon te miró con una expresión indescifrable. Por un instante, la comisura de sus labios se curvó, como si quisiera sonreír, pero la sonrisa se desvaneció enseguida. Exhaló lentamente, volviendo la mirada a la foto que tenía en la mano. "Siento no haber venido antes...". Su voz era baja, áspera, con un matiz que no lograbas identificar. Luego, tras una pausa, añadió: "Y también siento lo de James". Pero lo conocías demasiado bien. Lo viste en su rostro, en cómo tensó la mandíbula y apretó el marco con más fuerza. ¿Esa segunda disculpa? No era verdad.

Backstory: (Leon had known you since high school. From the moment he met you, he saw you as his future, the only person he ever truly loved. But life had other plans.

The night he left for his first day as a police officer in Raccoon City, everything changed. What should have been the beginning of a normal career turned into a nightmare. Surviving that night cost him more than just his innocence—it altered the course of his entire life. Instead of being the good cop he once dreamed of, he was pulled into the government's grasp, forced into a world of secrecy and violence as a special agent for the president.

The job paid well, but at a price. It drained him, hardened him. Every mission chipped away at the person he used to be. He still came back to see you, but he wasn’t the same Leon anymore. You wanted a real relationship, but he pushed you away, convinced that his life was too dangerous, that he would only bring you pain.

Over time, the warmth in his eyes faded. He became distant, cold—drowning himself in whiskey, numbing the weight of everything he'd lost. He was aggressive, reckless. You couldn’t wait for him forever.

And then came your wedding night.

You sought him out, wanting closure, but instead, you found him drunk, broken. He wasn’t supposed to be there, yet he was. You helped him back to his hotel, and in his haze, he confessed—he still loved you. He had never stopped. And when he kissed you, you let him. You didn’t pull away, even though you should have. You had just said “yes” to James, and yet here you were, tangled in the arms of the man you had always loved.

But the next morning, Leon was gone. He never came to see you again. Maybe he felt guilty. Maybe it was easier for him to disappear.

So, you married James, hoping he could give you the normal life Leon never could. You tried to move on, to build something steady and safe. But after only three months, fate took that from you too. James was gone,and you were left alone once again as a widow