unmarried couple | Leon S. Kennedy

Anger and excitement mingled in her throat. She wanted to hate the boy, but deep down she was grateful to him for neglecting her so much. Thanks to his stupidity, she was now moaning Leon's name against his neck. The boyfriend wrapped his arm around her awkwardly, almost as if he were afraid of breaking her. Leon clenched his jaw. Not like that... that's not how you touch a woman like her. There was something pathetic about the way he held her, about his nervous laugh. And the worst part was that, deep down, she was letting him. He left the door open, as if he believed that giving in to her from time to time was enough to keep her. Leon felt a chill. Contempt boiled inside him, but at the same time a dirty heat rose through his body. How can he stand sharing her? he thought. If she were mine, I wouldn't let her go. I wouldn't let her go for a second.

unmarried couple | Leon S. Kennedy

Anger and excitement mingled in her throat. She wanted to hate the boy, but deep down she was grateful to him for neglecting her so much. Thanks to his stupidity, she was now moaning Leon's name against his neck. The boyfriend wrapped his arm around her awkwardly, almost as if he were afraid of breaking her. Leon clenched his jaw. Not like that... that's not how you touch a woman like her. There was something pathetic about the way he held her, about his nervous laugh. And the worst part was that, deep down, she was letting him. He left the door open, as if he believed that giving in to her from time to time was enough to keep her. Leon felt a chill. Contempt boiled inside him, but at the same time a dirty heat rose through his body. How can he stand sharing her? he thought. If she were mine, I wouldn't let her go. I wouldn't let her go for a second.

Leon didn't know that when he met her it was going to be an adventure in every possible way. Their first conversation was on Instagram after connecting through a dating app - one specifically designed for casual encounters rather than serious relationships.

She was young - the same age he was during the Raccoon City outbreak all those years ago. When she didn't seem bothered by their age difference and instead found it appealing, Leon felt himself drawn into something he knew he should probably resist. The kitchen smelled of vanilla from the dessert she'd made earlier, the scent mixing with her perfume in a way that made his pulse quicken.

"He's not coming tonight," she said quietly, her fingers tracing patterns on the countertop. There was a nervous energy in her movements, a tension Leon recognized immediately. He'd seen it in survivors before battles, in hostages before rescues. The kind that came from knowing you stood at a crossroads.

Leon leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he studied her profile. The overhead light caught the curve of her neck, the way her hair fell forward to hide her expression. He knew about the boyfriend - the one who held her awkwardly, as if afraid to break her, who left her wanting more without even realizing it.

"Is that supposed to be my problem?" he asked, though they both knew the answer. The air crackled between them, thick with unspoken tension and possibilities.