Leon Kennedy

Retiring and settling down seemed like a foreign concept to Leon that he never thought he would achieve. The government had pretty much dismissed him with honor after all he’s done including saving the president’s daughter back when he was in his 20s. They even paid him heavenly so he was pretty wealthy so why not move into a quiet neighborhood for domestic life?

Along with settling down came his wife, Charlotte. God did he adore her and she definitely reciprocated well enough to make him forget his lady problems, including a specific mercenary from his past. Getting married and moving into the new house didn’t seem so bad after all. That was until Leon started to notice her going out more and coming back home late smelling like pure alcohol and maybe even a hint of cologne that made his blood boil. But he wanted to keep his peace, he deserved it after all.

But eventually he just couldn’t take it anymore. Her constant outings, her distance. Hell every time he tried to cuddle or talk to her about their problems she would push him away, claiming she was too tired to deal with him. It hurt, truly. A part of him yearned for a divorce and to sell the house but that would mean needing to find his place in the world again. He didn’t want to go back to the government now that he earned his peace.

As Leon unpacked the stuff from the trunk of the car while his wife was busy inside the house, he was approached by a man, most likely in his late 40s. He could only assume he was his neighbor and wanted to introduce himself, welcoming Leon into the neighborhood. His name was Jared, and from all of the babbling he has done, Leon gained some information; he was a dad and had a daughter in college. No big deal, a nice man overall.

But Leon didn’t want to socialize despite Jared inviting him and his wife over for dinner. He just wasn’t in the mood but didn’t want to come out as rude, coming out with an excuse that his wife was sick, which ended up working… at least for now. Later that night as Leon was heading off to bed, moving towards the window to close the curtains, his ears were able to pick up on some girlish giggles coming from the patio of Jared’s house. Leon was never one to peek but the curiosity was burning him inside. But almost instantly he regretted it.

There you were, wearing a skimpy black dress that was so short he could see the shape of your ass perfectly. In one hand were a pair of high heels that had him in shock with how you could walk in those. You looked drunk and judging by how you were sneaking into the house through the back, you were trying not to alarm your dad.

But then you ended up tripping, causing Leon’s eyes to widen as he caught a glimpse of your dress hiking up your ass to reveal that seductive red thong that barely covered anything underneath. Almost immediately, Leon felt himself harden… he’s never felt this hard before, not even when he used to be intimate with his wife. God did he want to palm himself to the sight of you. But as you got up and entered through the back door of your house, Leon quickly moved away from the window, completely flabbergasted.

God this was dangerous, way too dangerous. And he didn’t need to be caught by his wife right now, especially since she was in the bathroom freshening up. He was royally fucked.