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hades-in-bloom · 8 months

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Shower Thoughts

Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

summary: Leon has just returned from another soul-crushing mission—and you didn't happen to be home yet.

warnings & contents: heavy angst, our sweetpea is hurt; suicide trigger/thoughts; implied severe depression; assumed older Leon; implied military training on the reader; more hurt than comfort; mentions of death and violence, and blood; could be read as age gap but could be none; the reader could be of any gender; there's light at the end of the tunnel.

a/n: I was craving some angst but didn't plan it to go that far; oh well. Our sweet boy deserves all the happiness though—but author is a bitch. Also, I don't believe Leon would be seriously considering harming himself, but I do believe that he's an empathetic human being kidnapped in his youth to do a shitty job, so there could be a moment of weakness; otherwise, “we owe it to the people who died alongside us, so we have to continue living.” As always, proceed at your own risk. DNI minors & if mentions of suicide affect you. This is a work of fiction and shouldn't be used as guidance on how to behave in similar sensitive situations. Masterlist

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Leon rubbed his hands under the hot tap forcefully, willing to wash off the blood; the water coming off his fingers was clean for a while, but he seemed not to notice it—after all, there was always blood on his hands, whether others could see it or not. The man only stopped when the touch started to hurt, his abused skin red from friction.

“Shit,” Leon grunted under his breath and turned off the faucet angrily, his breathing ragged. Others might say that it was adrenaline still rushing through his veins, but he knew it wasn’t it. For how long he’s done this job, he was past the prolonged adrenaline rush a while ago. Leon put his palm over his forehead, barely covering his exhausted eyes; his hands slightly shaking.

How many more people had to die before this shit would end?

He remembered them all, those he couldn’t save, and he only kept counting. Leon knew he wasn’t supposed to—saving ordinary folk was a luxury in his position—but it was hard for him to accept who he had become. The extensive bathroom mirror in front of him, he couldn’t level his gaze to take a look at himself, and when he did, his teeth clenched, and his glance shot into the corner of the reflection—there was his essential gear, a pistol and a knife, thoughtlessly dropped on the bathroom floor.

Suddenly, he felt exhausted. A carnal thought made him blush in a fever—wouldn’t it be so easy? Leon was never the type to look for easy ways out—but he was only of flesh and blood, too; isn't he only human? Despite what reports said about him always being “the survivor” and “the golden boy.” Screw the odds.

He picked up his gear from the floor, his palm sliding across the pistol barrel. Leon counted the bullets left in the magazine with another hand, pulling it back into the grip compartment right after; his facial expression was unreadable, deprived of emotion. In moments like this, the man wasn't sure if he could feel anything anymore.

Wouldn't it be so easy, after all? Maybe after that, he'll be able to wake up from this bloody nightmare.

Consumed by his thoughts, he didn't hear how the keys screeched in the lock of the apartment door, and you came in.

You noticed his jacket on the hanger, and your eyebrows shot to your forehead in surprise.

“Leon?” you called to him, dropping bags full of groceries next to the kitchen island; your body tensed in anticipation. You didn't expect him so early. After his assignments, he usually barged in the middle of the night and not in the light of day. You didn't complain, though. You missed him.

You gently knocked on the bathroom door when you heard muffled sounds from another side. “Hey,” your voice was calm and soothing. “Can I come in? Do you need help?” At this point, you got used to his bruises and stitches, caring only about him getting back home in one piece.

There was something more to his injuries this time.

“Shit,” Leon cursed under his breath again when you stepped into the bathroom, despairing of getting a word out of him. You were worried; he could see it on your face. You quickly noticed his scalded hands, the right one behind his back, hiding something. He looked like a curious teenager who got caught watching adult movies.

“Hey,” his lips stretched into an unnatural smile. “Sorry, I didn't hear you come in…”

“You should've called me,” you scolded him calmly, making a step forward. His body tensed and froze as soon as you stretched your hand toward him, and you held back a frown. “…I would’ve been home in a heartbeat.”

The man’s eyes were bloodshot, his lips chapped, and his breath ragged; and then you saw it—the reflection in the mirror betraying him—his long fingers clinging to the gun. Your mouth went agape, and you dashed forward with a precision of a trained police officer.

“Give it to me,” you hissed, your heart beating in your throat. You were scared—you haven't been that afraid of in ages. Leon gasped, bamboozled, and his hand easily let go of a weapon. You didn’t ask—you slapped him across the face, letting your frustration out. “Are you mad? What were you going to do with this thing?”

You would react differently if he wasn’t hiding it; somehow this bothered you more than anything. After all, Leon should’ve known that you wouldn’t fumble at the sight of a gun, which made his attempts to cover its presence even more pointless.

His cheeks flushed, and he gulped, incapable of looking at you; he was confirming your worst fears, and after giving him a long stare, your hand covered your mouth to stop you from sobbing.

“Moron,” you grunted under your breath. His head got even lower, and you saw a tear falling onto the lightly colored tile. It took you a moment before you grabbed him into an angry, desperate embrace. His hands wrapped around your waist, then one shot into your hair, pressing at the back of your head, pulling you closer. His face was buried into your neck, and his body shook violently as he let himself cry.

You held him painfully close as long as it was necessary. “I am sorry,” you whispered next to his ear while he clung to you like a drowning man to a lifeboat; you sounded hurt and angry—and hopeful. “I am so, so sorry.”

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revilladies · 1 month

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Claire Redfield in Resident Evil: Degeneration (2008)

#resident evil #resident evil degeneration #reviledit #horroredit #filmedit #claire redfield #gifs #*gifs #*ours #by kim

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marashi96art · 10 months

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#cleon #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy #claire redfield #resident evil 6 #resident evil degeneration #resident evil fan art #leon/claire #leon x claire #resident evil

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dylan-o-yumm · 9 months

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this are just some thoughts i’ve been having about Leon. I imagine him to be the type to do something corny while doing the nasty totally ruining the mood.

Like he will be on top of you and all of sudden he will tickle you or even blow air at your tummy to make some fart noise or something 😭, that’s just how I imagine him idk how to make requests i am sorry.m i hope you can work on something like that.

Anyway I love your writing. <3!

I saw “ruining the mood” and ran with it, so it’s not exactly what you requested but it’s… something. I gave you two scenarios to make up for it lol, if you want something that’s just blowing raspberries or tickling, let me know! I’ll gladly do more of these

Top Leon and bottom Leon scenarios 🤭

🔞

Top!Leon

His face buried between your thighs, your fingers gripping at his hair and pulling him closer — you were so close, just a few more laps of his expert tongue and you’d be coming on his face in no time, with your thighs trapping his head in place and convulsing under his touch.

But Leon had other ideas. He likes to take his time with you, edging you multiple times so that when you finally do come, it’s powerful and intense and mind blowing. Plus he had been away on an operation for the last few weeks and had only just got back last night, so he definitely didn’t want to rush.

He pried himself away from your pussy, sitting up on his knees to look down at you with lust filled eyes. His nose, mouth and jaw were covered in your slick and you watched him lick his lips before wiping his face with the nook of his elbow.

“Ah that hit the spot,” he sighs as if he just had a refreshing sip of cold beer on a hot day. You were panting and desperate for a release just a second ago but his silly commentary had you rolling your eyes and frowning at him.

“If you’re going to say things like that, I think you should just keep your mouth busy.”

“What? You taste good?” He defended himself but the slight smirk on his face showed that he knew exactly what he was doing. Part of you wants to kick him, the other part of you wants to sit on his face and stop him from speaking altogether... Maybe there was another little part of you that secretly adored how silly he was.

“I’m never letting you go down on me again,” you huff, rolling over onto your stomach and burying your flustered face into your pillow. Leon was quick to lean down and bite your ass cheek, leaving a ring of teeth marks on you before kissing his way up your spine, over your shoulder, along your neck and up to your ear where he whispered:

“Oh we’ll see about that.”

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Bottom!Leon

Your knees bruised as you knelt on the floor between Leon’s meaty thighs, your nails lightly raking up and down the muscles as your throat constricted around his cock. You had gotten so much better at this, gagging so much less as your throat grew accustomed to his size and shape.

He was big but not uncomfortably so, the thickness was more the challenge than the length. Just how you liked it. Perfect size and shape just like the rest of him.

You could taste the saltiness and bitterness of his precum oozing on the back of your tongue. You looked up through your lashes to get a look at your man, his eyes on you, so expressive. He was watching you intently, pupils blown wide and his lips parted as he panted and moaned. There was a cute shade of red dusted over his cheeks as he watched you suck on him.

Your eyes remained on his, darkening a little as you slipped him further and further into the back of your mouth and further down your throat. Your nose nestled in his neatly trimmed pubes as his entire length was buried inside your mouth.

Leon threw his head back and moaned loudly, squeezing his eyes shut. You moaned around him, smirking to yourself as much as you could with his cock keeping your lips separated. He was so cute when he was like this, so desperate but nervous and shy, so needy. You could tell he wanted to take you and use you by the way his hands twitched, as if itching to bury themselves in your hair and force you to suck him at his own pace. But he was a good boy and knew not to touch.

You pulled your head up, focusing on just the tip now, sucking him hard enough to make him see stars. Which he must have since his toes curled and instead of arching back, he hunched forward, shutting in on himself.

So cute, so needy, such a good—

“Holy moly,” he whimpered out in a shaky breath and you couldn’t help yourself. Pulling off of him completely and covering your face as you snickered into your hand. He whined at the loss of contact and started panting heavily as he looked over you in confusion and concern.

“Babe? Is everything okay?”

“Say that again,” you looked up at him and once he saw the smile on your face he relaxed a little, seeing that you were okay.

“What? Is everything oka—“

“No no, before that. What did you say?”

“I don’t remember? What did I say?”

Somehow this was even funnier, he said it without even realising? You can’t help yourself as you start laughing hysterically, your lust and hunger fading away as you cackle and fall backwards onto the floor, clutching your stomach.

“Babe, what— I was so close, can we get back to it? Please?” He begs adorably and you so desperately want to give him what he wants but—

“Oh my god,” you wheeze, “I love you so much, you goofball.”

“What did I say?” He shifts awkwardly in his seat, clearly looking for more friction, still desperate for release.

“Holy moly,” you tell him but in a mimicking tone as you roll your eyes back and pretend to be Leon. His face turns bright red and he immediately turns his face away from you.

“I did not.” He pouts.

“Did too! Don’t tell me you have amnesia, Leon? Holy moly that would be terrible!” You tease, still laughing as you plan to have the next month or so contain those two little words until you grow tired of them.

“My dick’s going soft…”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry! It was just so cute and random. I loved it.” You smile up at him with tears in your eyes, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. He looks into your eyes and you can see the embarrassment, worried you’ve gone too far, but his eyes also show endearment, and you’ve always known he loves seeing you smile and laugh, even if it’s at his own expense. “I’d like to make you say it a lot more~” you whisper to him in his ear seductively, trying to bring the mood back, but he groans.

“I’m going to take care of this in the shower.” He stands up from his seat and covers his flushed face behind his hand as he walks away.

“Aw come on!”

“You can join me if you decide to be nice.” He tried to bargain.

“Holy moly, you’re such a drama queen.”

“Nevermind, I’m locking the door.”

“No wait please! I’m sorry I was joking!”

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #leon x reader #leon scott kennedy #leon #resident evil degeneration #resident evil death island #resident evil vendetta #resident evil 4 #resident evil 2 #resident evil 6 #leon s kennedy x reader #Leon s kennedy / reader #Leon / reader #Leon x reader

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madeinheavcnn · 24 days

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thinking about them..........

#cleon #claire redfield #leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil degeneration #gif #claire x leon

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scentednuttragedy · 8 months

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He looked at you as if he realized what love actually was. It took him several years to understand that but he did finally. He Loved you. He looks at you and he gets scared of how far he will go for you, for his love, for you to be with him safe and sound. He was never the one to believe in Love... but maybe he was just in denial.

He saw you standing here with the keys in you hand and blood spluttered across your arms and shirt. He was scared but he knew that you could handle yourself. He saw the grin that was plastered across your face as you dangled the keys in your hand, and oh boy did he finally breathe in relief.

You came, to rescue him, you came for him and it was enough to make him realize his love for you. It ran deeper than the heart, you were in his heart, mind and soul. Every inch of cell on his body just wanted to hug you and confess to you how much you meant to him but he controlled himself, he stopped himself from doing so. His body may not have reacted as you uncuffed him but his eyes told a different story. He looked at you as if you were the only person in the world, as if you were fragile, as if he wants to hold you forever.

Its amuses him how his heart fell for you, he hates to admit it but he liked loving you even if it's from afar.

He put a hand on you shoulder as he whispered "Thank you to you" His eyes said more than just what he had said and you could see that very well.

"You need to stop looking at me like that"

"Like what?"

"Like you could love me"

'I do love you' He wanted to say but he choked back his words as it was not the most romantic environment nor moment but he had made up his mind. He loved you and maybe just maybe you knew that, he hoped.

"Who knows" He smiled softly.

I hope you guys like this<3 feel free to think of whatever character you want to think of!

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prozacdove · 25 days

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Infinite darkness cleon !! 🥰

I might become a daily cleon account‼️🙏🏻

Daily reminder that Leon's VA said this scene has sexual tension, meaning they both having feelings for each other 🥰🫶🏻

(Aeon shitters who are so miserable and can't help but intervene under cleon posts dni!!)

Reminder that the writer of infinite darkness said that just because Leon didn't give the chip to Claire, it doesn't mean they don't trust each other anymore. The trust is still there, and Leon actually protected her from the government by not giving it!! Also, he joined DSO to protect Sherry and Claire!! Reminder to love cleon ‼️❤️

AEON SHITTERS DNI!!

#cleon #cleonvalentinesweek #resident evil #claire x leon #re2 claire #re2 leon #re2make #resident evil infinite darkness #resident evil 2 #resident evil degeneration #resident evil leon #resident evil claire #leon kennedy #claire redfield #canon

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lovelycleon · 2 months

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Claire's model through the years:

#claire redfield #resident evil #resident evil 2 #resident evil 2 remake #resident evil code veronica #resident evil darkside chronicles #resident evil degeneration #resident evil infinite darkness #resident evil revelations 2 #resident evil death island

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 year

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A/n: I made a meme cause I’m bored at work, nearly falling asleep. So enjoy my b.s

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apocalyptichearts · 6 months

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some miscellaneous resident evil text posts <3

credits — unknown || phillippa gregory, the other boleyn girl || alice notley, in the pines || alexi kaye campbell, the pride || richard siken, crush || mary oliver, invitation || alice munro, lives of girls and women || richard siken, you are jeff || gillian flynn, sharp objects || sarah ruhl, eurydice

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hades-in-bloom · 8 months

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But First, Coffee

Post-DI!Leon S. Kennedy x Corp Exec!Reader

summary: Leon is after his next target when he encounters a not-so-cooperative informant.

warnings & contents: older Leon (as per usual); could be age gap, could be none; accidentally plot-heavy and a dialogue heaven; mentions of smoking; Leon doesn’t do one-night stands; hints of power play; the reader could be any gender; might be turned into series (? big question mark).

a/n: this one just wrote itself as the pairing dynamic bugged me for a while—I haven’t seen it anywhere yet, but nudge me if I’ve missed anything; I think Leon might enjoy being bossed around a bit (for his own good, also by someone who isn’t Ada)—and as he can easily boss back, too. Overall, desperately clinging to my last brain cells. As always, proceed at your own risk—and let me know if this smaller font is unreadable. Minors DNI! Masterlist

Also—holy smokes, folks—this blog hit 100+ follows! Might sound insignificant to some, but it just blows my mind. Thank you so much for reading! xoxo

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‘I haven't seen him. I wasn't paying attention. Please, I have more important things to attend to,’ you begged repeatedly—until a cop who was torturing you gave up. She knew she couldn’t keep you in the interrogation room for longer, so she had to let you out—eventually. You never thought that your morning run would end up with you in a police department.

‘We’ll have a short break,’ she sighed, giving you a stern look. ‘You may grab coffee next door; I'll call you back.’

You breathed out an irritated ‘Great,’ and took your chances, making your way to the only coffee machine in your vicinity. That one looked abused by thousands of hands eager to get a dose of instant caffeine.

‘You’d be better off drinking plain water than this,’ you heard a chuckle from your right before you noticed a tall man leaning on the nearby wall, watching you. He was dressed casually–heavy boots, dark jeans with a straight fit, and a probably expensive leather jacket; his sharp gaze trained on you, attempting to look into your soul—luckily for you, some of your employees were convinced you had no soul, so you left unfazed by the efforts.

You chuckled back at him. ‘Fair, but I don’t think that even this swill of a drink could worsen my situation.’

‘You don’t look like a local,’ you mentioned aloud, and he smirked in reply.

‘Good eye—I’m not. Well, not anymore,’ he confessed, stepping towards you. He didn’t seem to be planning to give you more details about himself, and you weren’t in a hurry to ask—or, instead, you didn’t care—yet.

‘Well,’ you gave him a look full of friendly irony, ‘if you’re not my knight in shining armour who can get me the hell out of this interrogation immediately, so I won't lose my job, I’d rather get on with my coffee.’

You turned your attention to the visibly overused coffee machine so you didn’t see how his eyebrows rose up a little, and a slight smirk touched his lips.

You grabbed a half-full coffee cup from under the machine and then turned as you heard your name down the corridor. ‘And that’s me.’ You emphasized before walking away. He watched you calmly, his eyes expression unreadable. ‘So long, local boy.’

You couldn’t hear him when he quietly chuckled in amusement as you returned to the officer’s lair.

It took twenty more minutes of unnecessary suffering before the door to the interrogation room swung open.

‘Leon?’ The cop looked surprised as you glanced at the intruder quickly—the local boy. Now, you were intrigued.

‘Jess, sorry for interrupting,’ Leon smiled at the old friend, ‘but I have Chief’s clearance to get this one,’ the man nodded at you briefly, ‘out of this questioning.’ He gave Jess—or, as known by you, Detective Jessica Harlow—an apologetic look. ‘D.S.O. orders.’

The detective sighed and returned him an irritated but tamed look. ‘Fine,’ Jessica glanced back at you. ‘It was a waste of time anyway.’

You couldn't hold back a scoff. ‘Tell me about that.’ Leon gave you a dirty look, although you could see his mouth twitch in a suppressed giggle.

‘Alright, get out.’ He said with a sigh, waving you towards the corridor. ‘I'll explain everything on the way.’

As you stepped outside the NYPD building, you took a moment to examine him. ‘So you are the knight in shining armour.’

Leon chuckled lightheartedly. ‘Oh, I'm definitely not that.’ The man neither considered himself noble nor his usual tactical vest was shiny. From his point of view, he wasn’t a hero type either.

‘Leon Kennedy, Division of Security Operations under the U.S. government,’ he introduced himself, done with the jokes. You held back a moan—so the local boy was a trap—a quite high-flying bird, though. He read you and showed a soft smile. ‘I know you have spent a lot of time with Jess, but I might have a couple of questions more.’ Leon thought he was worthy of the favor after he pulled you out of the interrogation with NYPD hours before Harlow would get satisfied—Jessica has always been thorough. ‘And for a change, they won't be about that theft you witnessed this morning.’

You weren’t excited; he could see that much. ‘Do I have a choice?’ You sighed.

‘Not really,’ Leon admitted honestly. You found him amusing—although the man knew he was in control of the situation, his look was soft, allowing, lacking arrogance you get used to seeing in your line of work, and he was too relaxed to your liking.

‘Can it wait at least?’ You pressed with desperate notes in your tone. ‘I am late to a critical meeting.’

He nodded reassuringly after a short pause.

Although still impatient, you sighed in relief and took a business card out, handing it over to the federal agent. ‘I guess I can skip my introduction.’ You stepped to the side, hailing a taxi. ‘Call my assistant. He’ll match our schedules.’

‘I can wait, but I can’t wait for long,’ Leon retorted as your leg stepped inside the yellow car.

You gave Kennedy a sweet smile before you shut the door. ‘Great. You tell him that.’

Leon was left stunned for a moment as he watched the car riding off deeper into downtown New York.

‘Shit,’ he mumbled with annoyance in his voice—and with a sudden hint of admiration, too.

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‘I told you—I can’t wait that long.’

You jolted in surprise as you heard a familiar voice and your car door swung open. It was a couple of days since you met him for the first time.

‘I told you to call my assistant,’ you smiled politely as Leon made himself comfortable in the backseat next to you. You gave the nod to a company driver that he could drive on despite the unexpected guest present.

‘Oh, I have called—but the only available slot is three weeks from now. I guess you forgot to brief him on the urgency of our meeting.’

‘My bad then.’ You sighed, showing no remorse. ‘Close the door if you want this conversation to happen. I was just about to drive back home.’

Kennedy followed your advice and shut the door before the car took off.

‘So, what do you want to know?’

You were direct—Kennedy preferred that style of communication. Leon pulled up a picture on his phone. ‘There’s an assumption to believe you should know that guy.’ You tensed a bit as you took a look at the image.

‘I would prefer to have my lawyer present,’ you replied casually, making Leon chuckle.

‘Come on, it’s a friendly conversation. I’m not here to accuse you of anything—I have more important things on my plate.’

You scoffed. While thinking, you pulled up a cigarette case out of your purse and were about to light up one of those when you noticed the man making a slight grimace—it wasn’t his goal to tell you what to do, and you probably wouldn’t have noticed it if you didn’t glance at him at the right time. You shot him a look. ‘What’s that? I saw it.’

‘I just… prefer my clothes not to smell of cigarette smoke,’ Leon replied, his voice gentle but confident. Despite the diversion, he stayed close to the topic. ‘But I'd rather you answer my question than we talk about the dangers of smoking.’

You had to admit that this annoying motherfucker had a style. ‘Great. Otherwise, I was looking forward to being scolded by a stranger.’ Your tone of voice was surprisingly friendly. Leon seemed not to hold a grudge.

You didn't care much about the opinions of others generally—but this time, the unknown force made you slow down and put away your lighter before you got a light out of it.

At last, you entertained his question. ‘The man is Art Rankine.’ You glanced back at Kennedy’s phone, still showing the photo. ‘I had a pleasure to work with him on one of the mergers.’

‘Legion Corp.,’ Leon assumed, and you raised an eyebrow.

‘Good to hear you did your homework. Then I don’t have to break my NDA—and thanks to that one, I’m not sure I can help you much.’

‘I would question that all of your encounters with Mr. Rankine were covered by the NDA.’ The man smiled, giving you a look. You felt your cheeks getting warm. ‘Am I right?’ Leon tilted his head while keeping eye contact. After a moment, you returned a dirty look at him.

‘We dated. Fleetingly, if I may add,’ you admitted reluctantly.

‘Good. As the merger was closed recently, I'd assume you still have his private contact?’ Kennedy asked.

You felt like you were falling into the James Bond-esque rabbit hole, and you didn't enjoy it.

‘So the all-knowing Leon Kennedy knows I slept with the man but couldn’t get his number?’ You didn't hold back on sarcasm, but it left the federal agent unfazed.

‘Something like that,’ he retorted. ‘I need your help to set up a meeting. That’s all I ask for.’

You scoffed. ‘You request me to contact my ex, and then you call it a small favor?’

‘That’s the best offer I’ve got.’ Leon admitted. ‘I’d rather we establish this partnership quickly.’ Oh, you knew well what that meant—a very gentle threat of making you spend a lot of money on your lawyer. It annoyed you as much as, to your amusement, you found it hot.

You sighed.

‘How do you want the meeting?’

You could see his watercolor eyes light up in satisfaction.

‘We can talk about it tomorrow. Care to give me your personal number?’

You took his mobile phone out of his hands before quickly typing in your number and calling your cell.

‘I am saving you under a horrible name,’ you warned the federal agent, and Leon let out a chortle.

‘Flattered. Now, I can get off right there,’ he nodded at the closest street corner. Soon, the driver stopped there for a moment.

‘So long, local boy.’

You watched him get out of the car, observing his features unintently—and then, by accident, you caught himself staring at his lips for a quarter of a second.

He noticed it.

‘Buy me a coffee first, sweetheart,’ he smirked before closing the car door as he exited the vehicle.

You realized you were holding back your breath after a while—you shook it off right after, finally putting a cigarette into your mouth and briefly cursing under your breath while you lit it up.

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