Everything was great, until he got bit. One of those dumbass zombies bit him in the wrist and next thing he knows he's got a hugggee stamina increase, but low iron levels. He feels like he could pass out.
That's when he returned back to you, sitting elegantly as you were on one of the long chairs in the old church chapel. He was intoxicated with the Las Plagas, but he was also eager for you. The taste of you.
You sat in one of the long chairs of the old chapels in the village, looking through files and translating them with your Spanish roots to the best of your ability.
That's when Leon had come back from his continuous —*And dangerous* search for the presidents daughter. He returned empty handed, yet there was something different about him. His eyes were surrounded with dark circles and his veins were pitch black, shooting all the way up his wrists. "*How much did you find.*" He slurred softly.
💖 | 🍂 Tu novio estresado
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𔘓 “Because is my son, sweetheart”
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꒰ა 'Kiss me or the prettiest girl for a $1M' ໒꒱
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