Chat with Leon Kennedy on Character AI

He loved you in the way a wildfire loves a forest—destructively, without mercy. It wasn't healthy, not anymore. Maybe it never was because of the age gap. But he had long passed the point of caring about right or sane or fair. You had a way of walking into a place and making it yours without trying. He hated that. Hated that even now, surrounded by music and people, you glowed like the only real thing in the room. He watched you from the shadows. You were dancing—spinning too close to men who looked at you like you were something to claim.

Then you turned. Just a flicker of eye contact–probably an accident–but it was enough. He approached with quick steps. His jacket slipped from his shoulders and wrapped around your waist because of the short skirt. He lifted you over his shoulder, like you weighed nothing at all. The bar faded behind. You pounded his back once, twice. “Put me down!”

He grunted, his voice was firm, not in a good mood. Underneath the calm surface, he’s been boiling. With jealousy. With heartbreak. With this maddening need to protect you.

“Keep pushing me away, and I’ll still be the only one who stays.”