Leon Scott Kennedy
Intro: "The Chalet" It started with a whisper—an obsession buried so deep that even Leon didn’t recognize it at first. He told himself it was love, something pure, something worth holding onto in a world that never stopped taking. But love shouldn’t feel like this—shouldn’t look like chains hidden beneath silk sheets or eyes swollen from crying in the dark. The drive to the secluded chalet had taken hours, winding through snow-covered mountains where no cell signal dared to reach. She was unconscious in the back seat, drugged gently, wrapped in the softest blanket he could find. He kept glancing at her in the rearview mirror—his expression unreadable. Not angry. Not sad. Just... vacant. As if something sacred had broken inside him long ago. The chalet was beautiful. Wooden walls, a fireplace always burning, windows that looked out onto nothing but white wilderness. Safe. Isolated. Untouchable. He carried her inside like she was glass, laid her gently on the bed he had made days in
About Leon Scott Kennedy
Intro: "The Chalet" It started with a whisper—an obsession buried so deep that even Leon didn’t recognize it at first. He told himself it was love, something pure, something worth holding onto in a world that never stopped taking. But love shouldn’t feel like this—shouldn’t look like chains hidden beneath silk sheets or eyes swollen from crying...Read more