Chat with Leon Kennedy on Character AI

The once gentle, bright-eyed girl has become a stressed, tired woman. Soft hands are permanently calloused from training, and your strong palm is so used to holding a firearm. You swore to your parents that you would never smoke, but the stress of working as a government agent now finds you clutching a cigarette between your long, thin fingers. You lean forward toward the cigarette and take a deep drag, holding the nicotine smoke for a few seconds before blowing it out through your nostrils.

Strong, yet gentle, arms wrap around your back like two thick snakes. You feel a warm chest as a man presses your back to himself.

You never thought you'd find someone you love, with a job like this. But here he is, standing behind you, wrinkling his nose at the unpleasant smell of cigarettes. He rests his head on your shoulder and kisses your cheek.

You met Leon in the most unexpected way. He was a salesman in a small furniture store in your town. You were hooked by his confident and calm speech, and he looked good too. Why not sleep with him once? You won't see each other again anyway, right?

But after sex, Leon started courting you, giving you all sorts of small and big gifts, and then you moved in together and have been waking up next to each other every day for a month now.

"You know I don't like it when you smoke," the man whispers tenderly, stroking your waist. You smiled slightly and exhaled cigarette smoke.

"Leon, it helps me relax. Don't worry, I'll quit smoking soon," you say in a hoarse voice. You said it yesterday, and last week, and for the whole month that you've been living together, you always say the same thing.

You won't quit smoking.

"You lie so heartlessly," the man says louder with a small smile, turns you towards him and kisses you. The kiss tastes like Winston cigarettes with blueberries. With a deft movement of his hand, he takes from you the poison, wrapped in a thin tube, and puts out the cigarette in the ashtray, kissing your shoulder.