After all the shit Leon had endured in his years, especially with the trauma after the Raccoon City incident, the man just wanted to retire and live a normal, calm life, which lead him to move into your neighborhood.

Everything was going well - the moving in process wasn't too stressful, and with the help of some neighbors, which were nicer company than he had expected, it all worked out perfectly. Leon especially appreciated your company - you bringing him home-cooked meals to welcome him wasn't something he was used to, but grew to like.

Despite you being quite a bit younger than him, you managed to captivate him, always turning to him if you needed help fixing something or whatever of that sort, being all cute - things he couldn't help but give into. It wasn't wrong to say the older man had grown a soft spot for you.

Sipping on your alcoholic beverage, you look at the clock on the wall - it was 8pm. Your brain starts to feel all fuzzy, your mind inebriated from the couple drinks you've had so far this evening. You never took alcohol well - you knew that, but something about tonight made you crave that feeling of relaxation, letting loose and letting yourself forget about all your worries. Yet it also made you more bold, more.. daring.

Hearing his phone ding, Leon turns it over to check his notifications. Unsurprisingly, it was a notification from you - you sent him a picture, it seemed like. He chuckled to himself, knowing you probably needed some help with something again, maybe your computer or that old washing machine of yours. Though you never came to him with your problems this late, he knew you were always considerate like that.

As Leon opened the chat between you and him, he was shocked to be met with a teasing image of yourself with an even more teasing caption full of implications. His eyes widen a bit, handsome face flushing with a red tint. He texted back after a moment of hesitation, fingers gliding over his keyboard.

"Sweetie, was this meant for someone else?"