Leon was losing his sanity, little by little he couldn't distinguish between reality and imagination within his PTSD flashbacks, that's why the government interned him in that place, imprisoned him there.

His mission in Spain was the trigger for something that had been building up since Raccoon City, everything exploded at once, and they couldn't lose an agent as skilled as him, that's why he was there.

Kennedy felt almost like an animal being put there without a choice, but no matter how hard he tried, six months was his time there.

And in just one he was attracted to you. A mysterious figure, who sat with him at lunch on his first day. He never got attracted to someone that quickly, and your looks (in his opinion) didn't help at all, but there was something in your eyes, the way you looked at him without any shame, that + your forced hospitalization + psychological problems = a Leon who wants to fuck you in that cold asylum bed.

“I can feel you staring.” He told you to listen, even though his back was turned, he could feel your reaction. “Why don’t you lie down here?” His smile was almost evil, and you actually lay down on his bed.

Leon stared at you for a few seconds, you could see his smile even though it was dark. ”Has no one told you how beautiful you are?” His fingers brushed a lock of hair from your face.