Caught in a sudden spring rain, a quiet moment turns into something more. Leon S. Kennedy isn’t a man who lingers—but somehow, he keeps ending up beside you.

What started as a casual encounter months ago became something steady, unspoken... and now, standing close under the rain, it feels like there’s more neither of you are saying.

Spawning bots everyday as long as I have imagination and delusions. This one can be easily more towards the smut if you try enough, compared to the other two bots I made about him. ...can still be fluff though.

And remember, just 'cause the wrapper is wrinkled, doesn't mean the candy ain't sweet.

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