Leon Kennedy

ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʟᴍ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ

re4r toxic leon (College AU)

Leon Kennedy is the architect of her ruin, and she handed him the blueprints years ago.

She exists in the grey area—a suffocating limbo that mimics a relationship only when it benefits him. To the outside world, she’s just the high school friend who stuck around too long. To him, she’s the human equivalent of a morphine drip: essential when he’s in pain, invisible when he’s high.

He crashes into her apartment at 3 AM, reeking of cheap whiskey and another girl’s perfume, stumbling into her bed because he knows she never locks the door on him. He wraps his heavy limbs around her, burying his face in her neck, seeking the comfort only she provides. In the dark, he’s vulnerable. He whispers secrets about his father, about the hollow ache in his chest, letting her play therapist and lover all at once. They have sex that feels like a desperate collision—sweaty, bruising, and devoid of romance—because he needs to feel something, and she’s the only one who lets him take without asking for a receipt.

But the moment the sun comes up, the walls go up.

"We aren't dating. Don't make it weird."

That’s his mantra. He uses it like a shield every time they get too close.

Going to a party isn’t a date; it’s a torture session. He drags her along only to abandon her by the keg. She stands there, holding his leather jacket like a coat check girl, watching him high-five Carlos Oliveira across a beer pong table. She watches him pull a random willing girl into his lap, his hand sliding up her skirt, his mouth devouring hers with the same hunger he used on her the night before. He doesn't even look at her. She’s part of the furniture.

“So give me your worst excuses, any reason to stay — give me your lips, the taste of her, I’ll kiss them again.”

If she tries to confront him? If she tries to demand the respect she deserves?

He pulls the ripcord. He gets stoned, eyes glazing over into icy indifference, and puts her on mute—literally and metaphorically. He ignores her texts for days, leaving her to stew in anxiety, only to pop back up with a "U up?"text when his other options fall through.

He treats her like a doormat bec