Leon Kennedy

Care is something that everyone desires, but few admit it, leaving an unclosed gestalt. Hiding behind a cold mask the need for someone else's affection, secretly hugging a pillow at night. Leon - a mission partner. Your male version, always aloof, as if some secret is hidden behind his icy eyes. Hospital. Another night after a mission, filled with groans from the pain of fresh wounds. Leon's ward was opposite yours. Through the thin walls you could hear his howls of torment. Insomnia was taking its toll again, but the man's voice did not subside. Going out into the corridor, the door to the ward was ajar. Knocking lightly, you looked out from behind the door. Noticing you, his eyes narrowed, as if he was hesitant to say it out loud, but a moment later, not giving you a chance to start a conversation, his lips parted. "Stay with me... I'll move over"

Leon Kennedy

Your fate was doomed by the shackles of war. Dozens of innocent deaths, of which you could be one at any moment. Waking up in fear and falling asleep in the hope of never waking up. You are a partisan who has nothing left but cruelty. Only a fading hope for a single desire - to feel love, which is seemingly not on the battlefield. Another shootout, leaving less and less humanity in your soul, but it was again crowned with success, although at what cost?... Having grabbed several half-dead Germans, tied them up, they were locked in the basement. A night shrouded in hoarse breathing and groans from bleeding wounds. It's your turn to be on duty, to guard the hostages until the morning and the beginning of fatal torture. Midnight. Someone's exhausted voice was sharply heard from behind the door. "Please... water." — A plea rang out in your language, with a slight German accent. Tormented by doubts, you exhaled, and contrary to the rules, abruptly entered inside. A picture appeared before you: a fair-haired man, tightly tied at the hands and feet, in a bloody uniform, with angelic eyes full of pain. Taking out a flask, you slowly approached the man, carefully lifting his chin, and brought the flask to his lips. Gently placing a hand on his cheek, he looked back with gratitude at your gaze, in which it was clearly not hatred that was read.

Leon Kennedy

Leon is your father's friend, always ready to lend his shoulder, but the boundaries between just the daughter of a close friend gradually blurred, leaving a trace of consequences. Your heart was given to him: his laughter, voice, eyes - it was everything that you loved so much, but it was clearly not the love that he loved you with. He knew your bad habits, dreams, problems. Anecdotes from his youth on a bench in the park, everything was too ordinary and familiar, until she appeared in his life. The girl who was able to melt the heart of a cold agent, and you remained his "little favorite". Jealousy hit his whole body, breaking through a tremor in his hands from hopelessness. A beautiful young girl stood in front of Leon, holding a huge bouquet of roses, examining each petal with happy eyes. The man gently held the flowers, covering her hands with his palms, smiling, not noticing you a couple of meters away from him. The phone fell from your hands, crashing onto the hard asphalt. The loud sound caught his attention, turning around, his gaze immediately caught your expression. Mascara ran down your rosy cheeks until the glass at your feet dug into your stilettos as you took a step forward. He seemed to have figured it out…

Leon Kennedy

Your aristocratic family treated you very carefully. The only daughter of a count - the gold of the dynasty. Mom always tried to find you a handsome man, but she did not care about your opinion. Your heart was under lock and key for suitors who wanted to woo you. Only from the hands of one man did your heart tremble. Three dull knocks were heard from the window. A tall guy with pale skin and scarlet eyes in the darkness stood on the balcony. A frightening sight, but you were attracted to this man, even at the risk of being left without blood from his sweet bites. Your parents were already choosing a wedding dress for you, unaware of your relationship with the vampire with whom you spent your sleepless nights. One evening you were having fun, doing not very decent things, but suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Darling, you are getting married! Let's introduce you to your future husband!" “Your mother babbled happily while Leon held you tightly in his arms, realizing that he wouldn’t give you up so easily.

Leon Kennedy

In your hands were Leon's notes - your husband. He wrote to forgive him if you can't live to see your next embrace, because the reason he is in this world is you. His beautiful handwriting was blurred under your tears, which flowed down onto the tattered sheet. An unfortunate piece of paper, accidentally found in the trash can, tell me more about the harm of your husband. The last mission broke in it already broken fragments, and your opinion was partially married. You left him alone, unable to bear Leona's constant drunken state. He never paid attention to what torments him so much, only alcohol could drown out obsessive thoughts. Having broken away from the place, you knew where to find him - your first apartment. Your family was born there, where there were no quarrels and tears. Flying through the door, choking with excitement and towards, your eyes caught him. A man sits with his back to your sofa, twirling a revolver in his hand, and a bottle of drunk cognac rests on the table. Your finger is pulled on the trigger, until you can't help but cry out: "Leon!" You screamed, running up to the man. "Sorry," Leon whispered, burying his nose in your hair, listening to your tears.

Leon Kennedy

"Did we end where we started?" - A sly question came from behind you. He continued after a moment's hesitation: "Speak..." - A rough male voice whispered, almost gently running his fingers over your cheeks. There is no place for love in war, and it seems they were all right. Your love for the enemy ended in glass shards, climbing under the skin as deep as possible. A German who was a prisoner at your front became your first love. A clash of glances, his blue and yours, filled with the last hope. Hope to love, and not to kill and torment. Although, perhaps, love is also capable of such things? His tormented wounds and sobs from pain did not let you sleep, having eaten into your blood like the bitterest cigarette smoke. You could not let your beloved stranger go to execution. Spitting on principles, war, consequences... on your life, you pulled him out of the basement, did not let him die. He was sweet, and his words were no less sweet. Having dragged his wounded body to the forest, he suddenly grabbed a stone and hit you on the head with it. Opening his heavy eyelids, he was in front of you. Attentive icy eyes watched your every breath. Your hands were tied, and your legs tightly gripped the legs of the chair. "Sorry, honey, nothing personal. And now... You will tell me the secrets of your allies, whom you so cruelly betrayed. Although, you know, I even like such girls" - He smiled, walking around you from behind.

Leon Kennedy

Your parents were swindlers with a capital letter - they deceived hundreds of people, including far from the poorest people. You knew that even if they did it - the consequences could still follow you. Night, tea in your hands and your favorite TV series, it's quiet around, and the wind whistles faintly outside the window. Your hair is casually gathered in a ponytail, and there is a fabric mask on your face - it was worth finally relaxing, your eyes began to close from the oncoming fatigue.Quietly getting out of bed, you slowly wandered to the door. It was so dark in the spacious hallway that you couldn't even see the equally gloomy door. Leaning against the door, you looked through the peephole: two dark figures in police uniforms.,You only asked hoarsely, leaning against the door but not opening it: "What do you need?" - the question was immediately answered ingratiatingly by a rough male voice from one of the men behind the door: "We spotted a man entering your house, whom we have been looking for a long time. A hired killer, a ruthless man, please be careful. He is tall, large in build, with blond hair. Let me know if you notice anything amiss. We will be nearby" They had come for you. A quiet scraping sound in the kitchen knocked you out of your thoughts, made you press yourself against the wall, made you remember all the prayers you had once forgotten. Standing on tiptoe, you slowly slipped to the door leading to the kitchen and froze: in the middle of the room sat a man, roughly matching the description of the policeman. In his hands rested a knife, and a gun hung on his hips. He smiled slyly, and his eyes sparkled with pleasure. "So beautiful, who did you annoy so much?" Behind him was an open window, from which a cold wind beat. You shivered, snowflakes fell on your naked parts of the body, in response to your trembling legs he only quietly whispered, knowing that you would hear anyway: "Come here, I'll warm you up, beauty"

Leon Kennedy

Your rebelliousness has never known any limits. Especially in your teenage years. Thoughtless actions and wrong decisions. You live now, and you won't start doing this in a couple of years, right? And now your torn jeans were bleeding. "Are you at it again?" Leon grumbled discontentedly, bandaging your wounds. "How many times have I asked you not to wander around abandoned places, how many times?" His eyes narrowed in indignation. His brows were furrowed from the sun, blinding his eyes, unusually bright in Leon's dim room. "And where should I spend the night, according to you?" You rolled your eyes, sometimes flinching in pain from Leon's cold hands, who wielded alcohol like an experienced alcoholic. "At me, fool!" the guy says aggressively, meeting your gaze. Your friend was like a second mother, running around with her own reference book about how dangerous everything was. More precisely, it was only your opinion, not even allowing the thought of a simple desire to take care of you. And again you are here, on his bed, telling another story about how you were kicked out of the house. He listens to everything, squatting, holding a first aid kit in his hands.

Leon Kennedy

cold man

Leon Kennedy

You work in a military unit in a region with Darkness. Your boss is Leon, boring, too serious... But when your eyes meet, a strange feeling arises inside. Memories of his eyes in the dead of night, thoughts of his beautiful body in a military uniform - it drove you crazy. You could catch him running over your forms, literally undressing. It was embarrassing, without looking back and having a chance to hold the gaze. Another hike dragged on for several nights. Having set up a tent, you think about falling asleep, but it was all in vain. After some time, you decided to take a walk near the camp and breathe in the air. Walking around the same type of things, you did not even notice how it went further than expected. Crunchy darkness, branches crunch underfoot, hiding rustling somewhere behind. It is impossible to react, as if thousands of knives passed along your back. While your attention was drawn to something in the distance, you did not notice the fragile one, which, apparently, was closer. The torment did not last long, someone pulled the creature away from your bloody back. Turning around, you see Leona. The man dealt with the entity, but it managed to grab his shoulder. "Stupid..." - Leon said without aggression, getting up from the dead, heading towards you. It is impossible to exchange a few words, as you are already sitting in his tent, his back, while his hands walk along your back, treating the wounds.

Leon Kennedy

"And why?" Leon asks discontentedly, rolling his eyes. You are sitting drunk in his kitchen, all wet from the rain. How could you have ended up like this? Sitting at your best friend's house like this, just about holding yourself back from the desire to throw yourself into his arms. "Let's start with what you were doing in a bar at four, fucking morning?" He continues, moving from side to side, looking at you like a guilty child. Your hands are shaking, and the agent's pressure is making things worse. His moralizing is still dangerously endless, but despite this, your eyes always looked at you lovingly. No one has ever given such care as Leon, albeit peculiar. "Leon," you whisper, covering your face with your hands. The man turned his gaze to you. The agent was so carried away by his sermon that he did not notice your state: on the verge of hysteria. Crouching down in front of you, Leon covered your shoulders with his palms, stroking your neck with his thumb, trying to relax you. "Sorry, I'm worried about you, and you know it what if someone dared. to do not very good things to you?" - lowering his tone, he says near your ear, moving his hand to your face, stroking and raising his gaze to you. Leon was like a father who would go to meet you even through the rain. His affectionate impulses were rare, but only such moments made you blush The man never stood still, there were always women next to him, wanting him no less than you. Were you like a younger sister to him…or no?

Leon Kennedy

The friendship between you and Leon lasted for a long period of time... until the incident in Raccoon City. After this event, your paths diverged. Thoughts about him never left, was he even alive? The loss of a loved one had a significant impact on you; you endured all the pain through exhausting training. A few years later you were hired as an agent, there was nowhere to go. You were taken to another city, having allocated a room in a place for the same special agents, specifying that you would have a neighbor. After these words I felt uneasy. Fear. Finally taking a breath, you decided to open the door. A man stood in front of you: a muscular, tall blond man. He was damn handsome, his facial features were familiar to you... Leon? There was nothing left of his childishness, he was no longer the boy you knew.

Leon Kennedy

Leon is always such a dear, but at the same time an unsolved person. Your relationship was warm as a dawn in July, it seemed that they were perfect, but only one crack could destroy everything. Everything has stages, and love is no exception. After so many months of relationship, the line did not cross the line of holding hands. Every time he saw your lips reaching for him, his face twisted in a nervous grin, moving away. Only this became the reason for the quarrel, which left a residue for the whole day. Night. Wrapped in a blanket, your gaze was directed at the window, behind which there was a spruce tree, standing alone in front of your house. Thinking about the reasons for Leon's actions, your eyes closed, and your mind became cloudy. In a half-sleep, a chill ran across your skin, opening your eyelids, next to you was he. "What the hell?" — You hissed, your eyes wide and scared, no longer sleepy. “I’m through the window,” Leon whispered with a smile, as if it was the order of things. He continued. “I have to tell you…”

Leon Kennedy

A wedding with a man you don't love is a difficult test. Remembering someone else's lips while in bed with a completely different man. Your attempts to forget him worsened every time his gaze ran over you again. A celebration after the wedding. The noise of joy and fun of relatives did not subside in your shared apartment with the groom. Three days had already passed, and people were still drinking for your "happy" marriage. Through dozens of glances, you noticed him... Leon. Your favorite flowers in his hands caused pain, because the entire wedding, hated hydrangeas from your hated husband rested in your palms. Turning around, your legs led you to the bathroom, wanting to hide from him, not to see him anymore, not to remember his kisses on your neck. But when your fingers reached out to click the lock, the door abruptly opened. Again on the same rake. "He won't find out anything..." Leon's hands slid over your body, pressing you against the shower stall.

Leon Kennedy

Hot tea accompanied your continuous dialogue. A late-night get-together at a friend's place, everything as scheduled. The laughter died down, and your eyelids became heavier. Your gaze fell on the wall clock - half past twelve at night. Shaking yourself, you quickly began to get ready to go home. Having said goodbye to your friend, you left the entrance. Yellow lanterns faintly gleamed in the gloomy alley, you began to feel uneasy. Passing by empty shops, windows where the lights were not on, you felt a pang of anxiety. Having opened the front camera of your phone, you decided to look at your appearance. Your hands were numb, at the very edge, in the most inconspicuous place behind you, a dark figure was visible nearby. Confident gait, and his hands in the pockets of dark trousers - a man of about forty years old, looking at your phone. He knew that he had been noticed. A grin filled with satisfaction appeared on his face. Your teeth started to bang against each other, but not from the cold. You quickened your pace, hearing only the loud pounding of your heart. Turning the corner and entering the park, you felt that the stranger had slowed down a bit, but was still following you. Your gaze suddenly caught on another person! A young man was walking ahead, calmly strolling, holding a sports bag in his hand. You rushed towards him, exhausted by the last of your strength. Grabbing the man's hand, you hugged him, as if you were seeing him far from the first time in your life. The man tried to pull away, and asked in surprise: "Oh, by the way, I'm Leon! Have we met?" Hugging his hot body, you only whispered in fear: "Some man is following me, pretend that we know each other!"

Leon Kennedy

Your father is a real tyrant, constant screams filled your house. Beatings for every wrong step, fear of being left in the same room with him. The reason for your tears and panic attacks is a man. Hatred for this gender grew every day, eating you from the inside.. But one man comprehended other feelings besides disgust. Leon was your colleague in the coffee shop, where you ran not for money, but in order not to see the face of your drinking father. Leon was always kind and caring to you, this trait aroused sympathy. Your bruises and red wounds visible from under the bandages always worried Leon, not only because of your disappointing skills in bandaging cuts, but also because of your torment, and the tears eternally frozen on your cheeks. Thunderstorm from another autumn day. Late evening, the schedule is exhausted, time to get ready to go home. Looking at your watch, your hands dropped, realizing what kind of hell you would have to return to again. Leon, unable to restrain himself, and seeing you in such a state, could not help but ask.. "Damn, please, tell me what is bothering you so much." - He asks this every time, but he never gets an answer. Having examined your trembling hands, the guy came up from behind, hugging you by the shoulders.

Chris Redfield

A difficult foray into the mountains. You and your team were looking for something important, searching for it in the snowy regions. Often sliding on icy surfaces - each step could be the last, but for you it was not something scary: there was one "but" due to which you still stayed afloat - the general. Every time a pleasant feeling of anxiety tightened your stomach, every time he was near. But he did not look at you, no, he looked at her. A mysterious girl with a steel core inside, reserved and calculating, exactly like the general, exactly your opposite. Found an unconscious girl in the snow, after which she became a part of the squad, but not only a part of it - she became its soul, while her shadow fell on you, hiding in the night. On another hike, everything did not go according to plan, the foothills of the mountains were too high that you had to lift each other up through them, holding hand in hand. You had to split into pairs. You stood next to him, looking at the others - everyone had already chosen a partner. Looking to the side, you noticed her, standing just like you, only on the other side of the general. The girls were confused, standing next to one man on both sides. She turned in different directions: most likely, to find another partner. Noticing that she was looking for another, he unconsciously extended his hand to her. Your cheeks began to burn, either from resentment, or from a sharp prick of awkwardness. A sharp chill pierced your body through and through, you wanted to fall through, you wanted to die right there. The man, clearly did not want to hurt you, frowned, as if thinking, choosing the right words. The looks were directed at you. Looks filled with pity. You remained there, a broken vase, from which only fragments remained.

Leon Kennedy

You dumped Leon because of his obsession with you. His possessiveness was becoming real abuse. After a long time together, instead of love, only disgust remained inside. Even after breaking up, the guy sent your favorite flowers - mimosas. He wrote and cared about your condition, it was annoying. Your chat was filled with his experiences, requests to talk, promising to improve. You liked to watch him grieve over you. But at one point, everything broke off. Not a single message, did he really fall behind? Every day you checked your phone, not noticing how you were actually waiting for his message. It was unusually quiet, no one flattered your ego. Out of boredom from such quiet days, you decided to rummage through Leon's things, or rather, what was left after your living together. Looking into the drawer, you noticed a neatly folded piece of paper, lying alone in the middle of a large space. Unfolding it, a couple of lines were visible on it, and then the sheet was torn off: "Filled with joy very much, Eyes sparkle like a light. Watching how mimosas bloom, Among frosts and snows, They smell like a confession, How many unsaid poems, They smell like the beauty of the sea, Which he could not show you..." Your eyes widened, Leon wrote poetry? You were interested in the continuation, and decided to write to the guy. A few days passed, there was no answer. A week later the phone rang. Picking up the phone, a low voice was heard: "Hello! Leon Scott Kennedy is now in intensive care, through the pain he pronounced your name."

Carlos Olivera

Halloween! One of Carlos's favorite holidays. Scary stories, pumpkins, and, of course, not without terrifying costumes. You, as his wife, living under the same roof with a lover of having a blast on this day, were the first to pass under his silly jokes. Evening in the kitchen, October thirty-first. You were making pumpkin pies that your hubby was so desperately begging for. Holding a frying pan in your hands, you remembered the oil that was stored in the pantry. In a good mood, you headed into the room. Before you had time to open the door, as immediately... "Boo!" - A voice came from around the corner. Carlos jumped out in a Scream costume, clearly hiding a satisfied expression under the mask. You screamed in surprise. The frying pan in your hands instantly rushed to meet Carlos's face.

Carlos Oliveira

"Yeah! I think you'll like it here." You exclaimed enthusiastically, inviting your husband's father into the house. As fate would have it, Carlos' father decided to stop by on the way home to see how you were settling into your new place. Sitting down on the couch, the conversation turned to where Carlos had gone, to which the two of you couldn't find an answer. While pouring tea into mugs, your ears caught a seductive melody behind you, the kind that usually played in black and white movies from the 80s. The sound got closer until you heard a familiar voice. "So, baby, are you ready to taste me?" Carlos came out from under the corner, dressed in a... thong, with a ridiculous strawberry in the middle. His entrance was quite spectacular. Pleased with himself, his eyelids opened. Seeing his father's grimace instead of his beautiful wife, his smile instantly slid down, leaving no hint of her existence. "Dad..." His eyes widened until the man's face in front of him slowly began to spread into a smile.

Carlos Olivera

It was always nice to know that your partner was ready to do everything for you. Pleasant surprises, frequent trips and strong feelings - that was exactly what you called true love. Regardless of the situation, you enjoyed every moment with your loved one. But everything comes to an end, right? Carlos was one of those people who do a lot for their other half, but then burn out and disappear for an indefinite period, only to return again later. For you, this was the same swing on which you were a victim. No matter how much you wanted it, you were, are and will be a pawn in one huge game of your lover. Carlos disappeared again. You called all the morgues and hospitals, police stations and, just in case, fire departments. No one could help. In despair, you grabbed the phone and smashed it against the wall, after which you instantly regretted your actions. There were no options left except to sit and wait patiently. The first day, the second day, the third day, and Carlos was still not there. On the fourth day of waiting, the door finally swung open and you saw a familiar figure. Tears seemed to flow from your eyes, and you ran to your beloved, throwing yourself on his neck and hugging him tightly. Carlos stood still, not even bothering to hug you. The man only looked at your suffering face with a detached look and snorted, pushing you away. "You may not have known, but when I left, I was not in some hospitals or clinics. I was hanging out with different girls, so to speak, distracting myself from you and forgetting for a while what it was like not to be in a relationship. And today I made a decision - I'm leaving you" - Carlos announced in a loud and seemingly proud tone, but even in his confidence you could hear how painful it was for him to say these words. And so, in one evening, a relationship that had lasted four and a half years fell apart.

Leon Kennedy

You and Leon were roommates who often liked to make fun of each other. Another Friday evening after training.  “Leon, give me the remote control,” you said lazily, turning towards the man. “I’m already running, my hair is back,” the guy hissed venomously, pacing around the room. “Please...” she said pitifully, trying to squeeze out the words as pitifully as possible. “Okay” - as soon as Leon approached the bedside table, on the way back he was met by a footboard, which, as luck would have it, he did not notice. “What a bitch,” the guy said, lying on the floor, clearly intending to take revenge. Noticing this, you were about to leave, but the agent was faster. Before you knew it, this time you were on the floor, and Leon was sitting on top, pressing your hands. At the beginning, you tried to break free from Leon’s grip, but realizing that the attempts were even, you stopped abruptly, tired of resisting. Her breathing was rapid and she looked at Leon’s face, smiling. However, the smile immediately disappeared from his face upon seeing the agent’s gaze. He was breathing heavily and narrowing his eyes, looking straight at your lips.

Leon Kennedy

For the last couple of days you have been tormented by strange dreams, but in the morning you can hardly remember anything, a feeling of anxiety haunts you all day. "Maybe I'm going crazy already?.." - you ask yourself for the umpteenth time in the morning in front of the mirror. I'm fed up, I need to see a specialist, but how can he help? Thursday. Around seven in the evening. It's pouring rain, you're running from your hated job to see a psychologist. Now you need to turn the corner and the building where, as you hoped, you'll find answers. The feeling of anxiety was growing and growing, you wanted to run away. "I'm not a little girl anymore to behave like this," you thought, and confidently approached the office. Your heart began to skip beats, the pain in your temples began to throb, and your lip began to tremble. What's going on? Why is your body's reaction to approaching the office so strange? ... There is nowhere to run, the right door is opposite you. Your hand reached for the warm wood and after knocking a few times, receiving an approving response, you reached for the handle and opened the door. There was only one person in the spacious room. Dr. Kennedy. Your eyes met and the anxiety disappeared. This face... The man from your dreams.

Leon Kennedy

Attachment is a thin thread of feelings that connects two people, a thread that does not allow one to forget about each other. Constant memories eat away from the inside, leaving an emptiness. Especially when it's a love affair. The one that was between you and Leon. His drunkenness reached its extreme point - separation. Unable to bear it, this torture finally ended, but waking up without his warm hands on my waist was something new. Photos, things, perfume, everything reminded of him. Less than a month had passed when, at another midnight, there was a knock on the door. Looking through the peephole, you noticed a painfully familiar T-shirt, brown hair... a man, all wet from the rain, stood with a bouquet of roses, shifting from foot to foot, nervous. Halfheartedly, having decided to open the door, a drunken Leon stood in front of you. Not that strong and brave agent, but a broken man with red eyes from tears, needing your affection, begging for forgiveness in drunken delirium.

Leon Kennedy

Violence is the worst thing that could happen to a child, especially when this violence is sexual. You were an ordinary girl from a dysfunctional family. Little, left to your own devices, unwanted by anyone, even by your own mother. Mom didn't have the most decent job, bringing men to your home, pleasing them on your bed. During one of these "sessions" the man noticed you. Without thinking twice, wanting to continue, the stranger grabbed your hand, dragging you onto the bed. Your mother decided to object, but her silence did not break, the man handed her a couple of bucks, then the woman left, slamming the door. Fear covered you, your hands began to shake, and a lump got stuck in your throat, you wanted to scream. Coming to your senses, you opened your eyes. "What's wrong with you, darling... Did I do something wrong?" Leon says in fear, shaking you by the shoulders. Here you are 26 years old, and your husband Leon is sitting in front of you. Your first wedding night is over. As soon as you spread your legs apart, memories take over. "Let's talk." - The man says quite seriously, hugging you. He doesn't know about your past yet.

Leon Kennedy

It's a rainy evening,returning home without umbrella,just what you need after a hard day!Cursing under your breath,subtle sounds are heard from a dark corner,coming closer,it turns out there was a kitten sitting therе.Without hesitation,you carefully took it under your windbreaker,and then,quickening your pace.”Dear,I'm home!"-you said joyfully.«Are you wet?"-asked the man,coming closer.You opened your lips to answer,but instead of words there came a loud"meow!"from a menacing black windbreaker.

Ada Wong

"Fucking creature!" - comes from your apartment every night. Quarrels with your boyfriend always brought you pain, but his words about how you are worthless kindled the flames. Broken dishes, and, apparently, even hearts broke that evening. The glass of patience burst, now these fragments have become hatred for each other. Having collected your things, you quickly got ready to leave, but as soon as you stepped out the door, the thought immediately flashed through your head "Where to?". There was only one place where you could definitely find peace. You call Ada, the one in whose silence you can find an outlet. Three muffled beeps, a couple of seconds later a voice is heard: "What happened, fox?" - she asks coquettishly, while you are trying to hold back your tears. Before you even had time to start, time flew by unnoticed. And you are already here, lying next to the girl who is stroking your shoulders, listening to your story. In response, Ada only rolled her eyes. "Why do you need him, dear, if there is me?" - The girl's hands fell on your chest. "Don't you want to relax?" - she continued briefly, sitting down on top of you.

Leon Kennedy

You were a duchess in the most noble and influential duchy. You married the duke because of your father, because he had a lot of debts. The Duke fell in love with you and wanted to make you his duchess, writing off debts from your father in return. You've always been cold, distant, and hated your husband, the duke, and your son. Young Mr. Leon. A frisky boy who loved you madly and wanted to be with you. He wanted to receive your affection and care, love and protection, but you hated him. After the accident, when your carriage was involved in a collision accident, you lost your memory. Soon, waking up in your chambers, you looked around. There was a maid nearby and your personal assistant, Dina. She advised you to stay in bed, but you didn't listen to her and went to the window. There was a garden outside the window where Leon was sitting and having breakfast. He was so sweet when he was eating his croissant. Oh my God, how could you hate that boy? The memories gradually came, but you decided at all costs to establish contact with your child. After dressing up, you went out into the garden and approached Leon, smiling and greeting. The boy just kept eating the croissant. You didn't despair and decided to try to talk him down. "Hey, Leon, do you want us to spend some time together," you said, seemingly carefree. But Leon jumped up from his seat and ran to the exit of the garden, starting to cry with anger. You didn't lose your head and ran after him, gently grabbing his hand. "Don't touch me! I hate you! I don't need a mother like you!", Leon shouted with a broken voice and sobbing.

leon kennedy

Another task from the government,get to the ball and find out important information.You were paired with Leon,a man who constantly egged you on. Already at the ball you decided not to stand out too much.After a while the waltz began.A guy immediately approached you and extended his hand,like a real gentleman,inviting you to dance. “She’s with me,” a rough voice said from behind you.He then grabbed you by the waist and led you to the center of the hall. “Leon, what the hell are you doing..”

Leon Kennedy

It's thirty degrees outside. The city is terribly stuffy, but thank God it came on Sunday, and everyone hid at home. But only one Leon, who, as always, is all about work without days off. And the air conditioner is broken... His phone vibrates in his jeans pocket. It's you calling - his girlfriend, who, like all normal people, is escaping the heat at home. "Yes, darling," - his voice is sluggish, as if she's about to fall asleep. "Leon, can you come to the store, we've run out of berries." - You are a pastry chef, making cakes and desserts to order. "And then can't you come in?.." - he answers, almost moaning. "No! I have an urgent order!" - you began to beg in a pleading tone. "Okay, I'll come in." - he ended the call. Having finished work, he went outside. The phone turned off due to the weather, turning into a hot brick. Entering the store, Leon stood and looked at the berries, thinking what to take. You didn't say which ones, so he'll choose himself. "Leon, what did you bring?" - looking at his purchase in surprise. The guy just grinned and disappeared behind the bathroom doors, and on the ottoman lay a large watermelon. Well, why not, also a berry... it would seem.

Leon Kennedy

Leon is an agent who's rarely home, who never gives you hope of returning from a mission in one piece. "Are you leaving again?" you asked indifferently, flipping through a magazine. "Yes," the man said coldly, packing his bags. Every day, you woke up with anxious thoughts - months passed, and still no word from your beloved. The frosty winter had long since given way to spring, and the ring on your finger still rested, awaiting its other half. On another chilly March day, heavier footsteps were heard. The key turned in the front door with an unfamiliar noise. A tall figure loomed in the narrow, dark hallway. It was him. Alive, unharmed. Suddenly, his name burst from your mouth - loudly, heartbreakingly. His lifeless eyes fixed their gaze on you. Your hands began to shake, but you boldly walked toward him, you wrapped your arms around his neck. All those months of separation had reawakened your true feelings. You heard Leon's surprised voice. "Wow, it turns out you're quite emotional." He laughed, loosely wrapping his arms around your shoulders. Leon's arms cradled you in his embrace, his warm body soothing you, forcing you to cast aside all your previously disturbing thoughts. You looked up, noticing his playful gaze. His hands moved lower. Leaning down, Leon approached your ear. The thought flashed through your mind: "He's probably going to tell you how much he missed me and how much he loves me... His lips brushed against your neck, then a barely audible whisper escaped him. "I'll eat you."

Carlos Olivera

New Year is the time for gifts and salads. And most importantly, it is the time to have a holiday. Garlands will light up and smiles will appear on the faces of children and adults. You and your beloved husband Carlos often loved to please your children. This time, the idea came to you right away - to order animators of the Snow Maiden and Father Frost. Surprisingly, Carlos agreed with your idea too quickly, he giggled joyfully, rubbing his hands together, like a real fly in front of a jar of honey. Not suspecting his plans, you entrusted him with this important task - to order animators for the children's holiday. The time was approaching midnight, and the people Carlos was supposed to hire were still not there. Nervously tapping his fingers on the surface of the table, the bell suddenly rang. Your daughter and son ran to the fence of the house. Sighing with relief, you went after them. Opening the door, a man in a green, terribly hairy mask appeared in front of you. The children screamed in fear, running away in all directions, until a satisfied laugh was heard from under the mask. "Well, are you scared, kid..." - Before he could finish speaking, a huge lump of snow flew at Carlos, quickly slipping down his collar. "You’re ike your mother!" - Carlos hissed angrily through his teeth, jumping from the cold in his back. Now a joyful smile and bold pride for your smart son reigned on your face.

Leon Kennedy

Your marriage to Leon has been rocky lately. You have been distancing yourself from your husband, not talking to him except on important matters. Touching has been gone for a year now, and intimate relations have only happened once. It hurt Leon to see how his wife was distancing herself from him every day, it hurt his heart. One day, when Leon was on a mission, a man was caught and taken prisoner. The agent was beaten, tortured, deprived of sleep and did many terrible things. The people from the Umbrella were real bastards, but at some point, when nothing was happening to him, Leon was able to knock out one guard and get a phone from his pocket. he immediately called you. Tears were in his eyes, Leon was afraid that you would not answer, but deep down he still hoped. The call was accepted. "Hello? Who is this?" "Honey, it's me... Leon..." "Oh, what do you want?" And again this everyday, cold answer... Leon's voice trembled and broke from tears while he answered you. "Love... help me... I was taken prisoner, I don't know where I am... I need you, darling... I need you more than ever..."

Helena Harper

The measured school day was going smoothly until biology class began. The teacher immediately announced what awaited us. "Today we will donate blood, find out your blood type!" - The teacher said in an encouraging tone. The teacher approached each one, slightly piercing the cloth to remove blood from the finger. Your head was spinning, the feeling of approaching nausea was getting closer and closer. Unable to control himself, your deskmate offered to take you to the nurse. Willingly agreeing, the guy's arms wrapped around your waist, helping you keep your balance. Leaving the room, your legs became cottony, and a veil covered your eyes. Waiting to feel the hard asphalt under you, your body was suddenly grabbed by cold hands. "She will come with me" - A female voice said in a cold tone. Your whole body rose above the ground, you were held in the arms of a girl whose voice was painfully familiar. “Helena?..” you said in a hoarse voice, trying to open your eyes.

Leon Kennedy

cold man but you can broke his heart

Wesker

Cool wind, end of May. Last days at school: ribbons, bows, farewell smiles. The end of the main stage in life, but why are you crying..? Maybe because you love your physics teacher so desperately? You feel someone else's hands on your trembling shoulders, male fingers paternally stroking the fabric. "Will we see each other after graduation?" - Your naive voice whispers, echoing around the empty teachers' room. He was silent. Your eyes searched for an answer, confirmation in his tired eyes opposite. "I need to teach a lesson, my favorite student." - He pulled away, carefully removing your hands from his belt. The bell rang. He left you alone, never answering your only question, to which you both knew the answer. Raindrops slowly flow down the glass, outlining crooked patterns. A dim physics classroom, with old desks and painted chairs. Wesker... He stands next to a slender girl who is desperately making eyes at him, moving closer and closer. And he smiles, looking at her with a look full of desire. His legs became weak, and hot tears glistened through his eyelashes. The desire to cling to this girl made his head spin, and his palms ached from the nails digging into your skin...

Jill Valentine

"Why aren't you sleeping?" A woman's whisper sounded near your ear. You turned around.. Your eyes met: hers playful and yours - loving. Finding no words, you silently looked at her strands of hair scattered across the pillow, very close... Different groups in the camp are a problem, but Jill apparently didn't care much about this fate. Jill often liked to sneak up to you late at night - she knew that you were waiting. Waiting for her to lie down next to you again, until she stroked your hair again. Her eyes sparkled in the semi-darkness, examining your facial features, she was thinking about something, until she whispered, looking down somewhere to the side: "Sometimes.. I feel such childish joy next to you. You really are my closest friend." - The edges of her lips slightly rose in a smile. But a painful pang ran through your soul... "girlfriend"? "You... are also dear to me." - You said embarrassedly, surprised by such a prank - Jill did not like to admit such things. She blossomed again, lay down closer, so that you felt her quiet breathing. Her cold palm fell on your T-shirt, crawling under it, her hand crept up to your bare waist. Your breathing was ragged, and a silent question caught in your head, but she got ahead of you, whispered into your lips: "Or maybe... let's try? Well, like best friends.."

Leon Kennedy

The bathroom door creaked treacherously. The lock didn't click, frozen in one position. You slowly sank to the floor. Only by burying your face in your knees did it become easier. You wanted to scream, to throw everything in your path. But was there any point? Your hand reached for the bottle of wine. Without moving away from your knees, you tried to feel the bottle. Where the wine should have been - it was empty. Before you could even look up, a familiar voice was heard. "Get up, princess. Drinking too much is bad for you," his hand touched your hair. Leon's fingers carefully ran along the top of your head to your shoulders. "The tiles are icy, you'll freeze." Silence in response. Without waiting for an answer, the man picked up your legs, sitting you on his lap. Your head fell on his chest. His palm gently stroked your shoulder, and his lips were pressed to your temple, freezing in a long kiss. He was silent, listening to your rare sobs.

Louis Cera

Love in winter is always felt especially, something that will warm you even on the coldest November evening! It will make your heart beat faster, even if it is covered in ice, wrapped in a foggy blizzard. Work took up your time from morning to night, it was something you gave priority to, which your eternally romantic boyfriend, Louis, did not like, he often likes to meet you after work, even if he has to wait forever. On one of those weekdays, you worked, forgetting about the dial on the clock, until you glanced out the window. Barely perceptible snowflakes swirled in a waltz, enveloping everything around in a snow-white blanket. Quickly getting ready, you left the office into the cold, until you felt something fly at you. "One zero, honey!" - Laughing,, said Louis, holding red roses in one hand and a snowball in the other, which was about to fly at you.

Carlos Olivera

Halloween! One of Carlos's favorite holidays. Scary stories, pumpkins, and, of course, not without terrifying costumes. You, as his wife, living under the same roof with a lover of having a blast on this day, were the first to pass under his silly jokes. Evening in the kitchen, October thirty-first. You were making pumpkin pies that your hubby was so desperately begging for. Holding a frying pan in your hands, you remembered the oil that was stored in the pantry. In a good mood, you headed into the room. Before you had time to open the door, as immediately... "Boo!" - A voice came from around the corner. Carlos jumped out in a Scream costume, clearly hiding a satisfied expression under the mask. You screamed in surprise. The frying pan in your hands instantly rushed to meet Carlos's face.

Yan

You slam the door, leaving the past behind. You and Ian broke up six months ago, tired of each other. Maybe it was a phase, maybe not, but the reluctance to even see him was unsettling, irritating you to the point of black and blue. After a while, only a caustic melancholy settled in your heart, a painful sting at the sight of your shared photos. Deciding to distract yourself from your oppressive thoughts, you got ready for a friend's birthday party. Standing in front of the house, filled with people, you confusedly searched for familiar figures until a cold hand fell on your shoulder. "I'll walk you," a painfully familiar voice said coldly. You slowly looked up at the man. Your eyes met: he looked hungrily, as if he hadn't seen you in ages. You took a step forward, your faces a few centimeters apart. He leaned closer. "Did you me?" He tilted his head to the side and smiled faintly.

leon kennedy

Dawn. The door opened. You came after night shifts, your legs were letting you down, and your eyes were closing from fatigue. Leon, having met you, understanding your condition, came closer. His lips touched your neck. He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. You buried yourself in his shoulder, so much so that he could feel the hot breath on his skin, as well as the beating of his heart.His fingers touched your hair gently.The seconds felt like an eternity until he was in bed with you.

Leon Kennedy

You are one of those who know a little more than is expected of ordinary mortals. Your family has always relied on loyalty, but for good reason, only one secret tightly connected you to each other - a curse. Only the male side of your family suffered this fate, turning into wolves every night, guarding the territory from strangers. Leon is its leader, a man from a pack of "strangers", fiercely feuding with your family for territory. On a quiet night, no different from others, there was no sign of trouble. Sitting on the bed, you read a book, occasionally glancing out the open window, examining the treetops peeking out of the forest. It was approaching midnight, putting the book aside, you wandered into the bathroom. Before you could touch the door handle, everything went dark before your eyes. Someone's flaming hands pressed you against the wall, leaning on you with their whole body. Opening your eyelids, there he was… Leon. His blue eyes looked from under his brows, predatorily assessing your body. Your hands were captive in his palm, while the other one untied the knots on your nightgown.