Code Cadou: 𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙰𝙻 |Leon S. Kennedy x Reader|

E P I L O G U E

s t a y w i t h m e

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-Present day

"You're gonna have to stop avoiding it," Claire's voice flapped throughout your head. She was talking about Leon. A small meeting with the president had been called to properly discuss the events in Spain, so here you were sat in Claire's car, as she rambled on about how you should get to know the busy agent.

"Claire, I no longer have the capacity to talk about this," you mumbled reaching for the handle. Feeling Claire's hand rest on your shoulder, halting your movements.

"You're the one who wouldn't stop talking about him," she laughed, pulling her hand back, "run along," sarcasm fell from her lips as she smiled. You made a face at her, pulling the handle and stepping out of the car. The White House now just a few feet away.

You walked ahead through the front door, holding out your visitors badge to check in,

"How are you today?" The woman behind the desk asked while smiling brightly.

"I'm good, and you?" Your heart began to thrum once you realized how close you were to being in the same room with him.

"I'm doing good, thank you, you're free to go." The woman spoke happily, arm outstretched as a way to welcome you. The walk toward the Oval Office felt like such a long one as your mind spun to the memories you held of that village in Spain. How every time your mind began to lose itself, the touch of his hand to your shoulder and those eyes somehow gave you the courage to go on.

"Right this way ma'am," a man dress in a black suit adorning a black pair of shades, motioned you into the impending meeting room. Your heart beat was at its quickest, but dropped once your eyes revealed an empty room.

"President Graham will be here soon, and the other agent is late,"

"Leon," you corrected, meeting the eyes behind the shades.

"Have a seat, they'll be here soon," you did as the man instructed, finding an empty chair near the presidents desk, and sitting in it, bouncing before settling in the seat.

Hm, comfortable.

You grabbed onto the arms of the chair, mind wandering once again, you wondered just what he thought of you having abilities. Whether he even cared. You wondered just how he felt about the mysterious woman in the red dress.

"She's a part of me I can't let go, let's just leave it at that."

Your memories were knocking away at the forefront of your mind as you thought of the way Leon and Ada looked at each other.

Did he love her?

They've known each other for a while.

"Right this way, sir," the man in the black suit spoke, holding arms out for-

"President Graham, hello sir," you spoke, standing from your chair as a form of respect. "I apologize for the casualness of my attire, I was told this wasn't a formal meeting."

"You're correct," Graham reassured, reaching his hand out to you.

"Thank you for saving my daughter," your eyes widened as you shook his hand, feeling him tighten his grip in thanks.