Survivor's Guilt - Leon Kennedy x Reader

3. Grandma's Hands

Leon's Perspective

The pulsating beats of the club music thumped through my chest as I scan the crowded room. Neon lights flicker across the walls, casting shadows that dance in rhythm with the writhing bodies on the dance floor. I had just left Y/n near the bar, hoping she could blend into the crowd while I check our surroundings.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see her.

Ada stands near the edge of the dance floor, her silhouette strikingly familiar. She's wearing a red dress that clings to her curves, reflecting the sporadic flashes of LED lights. Her lips curl into a smirk as our eyes meet, a mix of surprise and wariness coursing through me. I move toward her, weaving through the throng of clubgoers.

"Ada?" I say, my voice barely audible over the pounding music.

"Leon," she purrs, her voice carrying a teasing lilt. "We always seem to meet in the strangest places, don't we?" She steps closer, her red dress shimmering under the lights. Her eyes narrow slightly as she looks me over.

"It's almost like you're following me," I reply, stopping just inches from her. The proximity was intentional—if she wasn't stepping back, neither would I.

"You always seem to have a girl trailing behind you. Is that a new habit?"  Her lips, glossy and alluring, twist into a perfect, petty smile.

I know better than to trust her and that smile. Ada's up to something.

"Are you referring to yourself?" I shoot back at her, my tone edged with sarcasm.

"Oh Leon, you know better than that." With those words, she closes the gap between us entirely. My heart pounds, a mix of attraction and suspicion fueling my adrenaline.

She leaned in, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered,  "You're looking in the wrong places." I feel her slip a piece of paper into my hand. "Your little friend has the right idea."

Before I could react, she steps back, her smirk widening. I quickly glance at the paper, noting the coordinates and a time: 2 AM.

"What's your game, Ada?" I asked, my voice low and tense.

She only tilts her head and smirks.

I shake my head, frustration bubbling up. "I don't know what you're doing here or what you want but leave me out of it." I press my lips into a tight line while looking down at her.

Ada lifts her chin, dark eyes unwavering. "That's not what you really want."

I turn away, determined to go back to Y/n and get out of this situation. But as I push through the crowd, Ada's voice rings out behind me, "See you soon, Leon."

Pushing my way through the crowd of drunken dancers, I finally find Y/n.

I spot her near the dance floor, waving me down. A man stands close to her, too close, and she looks uncomfortable. Of course, the one time I leave, she gets cornered by a creep.

"Leon, where'd you go?" She asks,  her smile strained as I approach. I stare daggers into the man.

"A friend of yours? Look it was nice to meet you. I don't get to meet American women often, but I've got a place you might want to check out." He's talking rapidly like my presence has interrupted something important. He ignores my glare, continuing to talk to Y/n as if I don't exist.