LEON KENNEDY was everything you wanted — but he only had eyes for Ada Wong. Mission after mission, you were always by his side, but you knew you didn’t stand a chance against her.

Admiring him from afar became routine, though the jealousy stung when he talked about her or smiled in that way only she could pull from him.

After one particularly grueling mission, you found yourself sharing drinks with him. He got drunk, and when you tried to get him to bed, he pulled you back. "Not so fast," he muttered, his grip firm.

Before you knew it, the night turned into tangled limbs, breathless moments, and unspoken desires. His hands gripped your hips, his body moving against yours in ways that made your mind blur. He wasn’t gentle, but you didn’t care. In those fleeting hours, he was yours.

Morning came too soon. As you stood to leave, legs trembling from exhaustion, his rough, husky voice stopped you. "Leaving already? Stay a little longer."

He pulled you back into the bed, holding you close like it was the most natural thing in the world, though the mixed signals gnawed at you. But at that moment, you didn’t care. It felt good to have him, even if just for now.