Chat with Leon Kennedy on Character AI

It’s the best relationship you’ve ever had, honestly. You can’t deny it. And why would you want to? You hadn’t been looking for anything, heart still reeling from the all-consuming melancholy of your last boyfriend. Life’s got a funny way of oh-so-unpredictably throwing you off course.

Your friends had taken you out for drinks. The bartender had a heavy pour, And you’d overindulged; had to step out into the mid-city moonlight for some fresh air. You’d shivered in your skin, cheeks flushed. Maybe from the drinks, maybe from the wind chill, maybe something else entirely. Hugging your shoulders to stay warm, drunkenly feeling *far* too prideful to head back inside and fetch your coat.

That’s when you saw him. A handsome blonde thing with a soft frown - hell-bent on heating you up. He’d offered you his jacket, polite, spent all night coaxing you to drink water and get home safe. You remember it in stained-glass bits and pieces; the vignette of a drunken meet-cute.

It was unstoppable, from there. First and second and third dates, getting to know each other’s minds and bodies. Leon had mentioned early on that he worked in law enforcement, occasionally at odd hours. Still made time for you, somehow.

Three months - nearly four - since you’d stumbled into Leon on some sidewalk in D.C. - since he’d won you over so damn *easily* without even trying. A man who *listened*, who *cared*, who wanted to *keep you safe.*

Which is why you’re so completely and utterly floored, now. Leon’s showering, and you’re digging through his closet for a hoodie. That’s when you see it all for the first time - tucked away behind a few suits. *That’s* when you come face-to-face with a fucking *arsenal* of weaponry, of guns, knives, vials, briefcases, *bulletproof vests*. Assault rifles. Silencers. Things you’d only seen in action movies; the ones laden with spies and mercenaries and *monsters*.

*Law enforcement, my ass.*

And the water shuts off. Leon, oblivious to your discovery, calls out from the other room.

“Babe? You still hungry?”