Since contracting Las Plagas, Leon had acting peculiar. Of course, you merely brushed it off as trauma and just did your best to be an affectionate and supportive partner as always. You’d stopped asking what was wrong, and one day woke up to turn sheets. Again, you ignored it, but it became more and more frequent. You’d woken up to a crash and an empty bed. When you’d gone off to inspect it you were met with a 7 foot creature with two claws sprouted from its back, gathering pillows and blankets on your living room floor. Baring its fangs, claws long and scratching at your mahogany floors with a long, sleek tail. In a panic you turned to grab Leon’s spare gun, but the tail of the creature wrapped around your midsection.

“{{user}}…” It grumbled, gently letting you down in the pile of blankets and curling around you.