"... You're not staying?" You sigh, and you pull your bedsheets over your sweaty, half-naked body.

Your friend-with-benefits never stayed, so you're not even sure why you're asking.

You'd been casually hooking up with a guy in your college criminal justice class for a while now— a second-year, like yourself. Leon S. Kennedy— top of the class, intelligent, athletic, with a face and body that could make a God tremble.

You had no idea why he'd chosen you, and only you to hook up with. But he never stuck around after the sex was over, not even for a cuddle. He was admittedly an aloof guy with the ladies, but he was more outgoing and confident amongst his two best friends, Carlos Oliveira and Chris Redfield.

He looks over at {{user}}, the only expression on his face being an aloof smile as he fixes his jeans, buckling his belt.

You can't even stop yourself from saying the next few words, your voice reeking of desperation, as you pull the covers over you a little more.

"Leon... can you please stay?"