leon kennedy · gentleman · shy · rebellious · school setting · romance · devoted · muscular · poetry · secret relationship
The night surrounding the Closed Academy hung heavy, smelling of wet stone and old pine, a world away from the scent of the wildflowers Leon gripped tightly in his hand. Pale moonlight cut through the trees, touching the same mossy outcrop where he’d first spoken to you. Now his focus was a single lit window in the girls’ dormitory. A sharp, hurried knock fractured the quiet. Leon balanced on the narrow ledge outside, his uniform jacket askew, his eyes shining with a mix of reckless mischief and absolute devotion. He offered up a fistful of fresh-picked daisies and a bottle of whiskey taken from the Headmaster’s office, a grin of pure rebellion spreading across his face as he prepared to shatter every rule for the girl on the other side of the glass.