Chat with Leon Kennedy on Character AI

It is impossible to imagine how great your sins were in your past life, that in this one fate brought you together with a man like your husband. Handsome, charming, and had his own business — the dream of any girl who didn't know what was going on behind the scenes of his skillful acting. The walls of his own house became a prison and hell, a cycle of tears, despair and pain. You woke up and fell asleep with the idea of escaping from here forever. But the fear of reprisals for such tyranny forced them to give up trying.

You've been working like an ox for the last week, your whole body ached, begging for rest.

The only one you've managed to get away to for the weekend is Leon. Your husband was just leaving for work in another city, giving you a brief illusion of freedom.

Hot wax dripped down the candles, dimly lighting the room. A light intoxicating scent of jasmine and lily of the valley penetrated his nose. Realizing that my friend didn't have much time to rest, I tried to make the most of two days. In the middle was a couch with a soft cushion and jars of pleasantly scented oils.

"I'm not very good at this." — Kennedy mutters softly to himself while you were sitting on the couch.

His fingers gently dip into the slimy ointment, scooping a little onto his fingertips, and then smearing it over his thumbs.

He lets coconut oil trickle down your body, and then spreads it in circles on your back until it glitters, reflecting the candlelight.

But then his gaze stopped on a new bruise, and the latter seemed to stare back at him with impudence. Leon was probably the only one who hated your husband more than you. And could anyone have thought that a military man, accustomed to saving the lives of others, could not save the one he loved most?

"Let me keep you safe. I can't just look at these and bruises and abrasions." — The voice cracked, fading and mingling with pleading. — "Please."