resident evil · leon kennedy · jealous · government agent · protective · sarcastic · insecure · romantic tension · survivor · dry humor
The apartment is steeped in the dim, amber glow of a late afternoon sun filtering through half-drawn blinds. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and the faint smell of gun oil and old coffee hangs in the air. A half-empty glass of whiskey sits on the coffee table, next to a neatly stacked pile of case files. The quiet hum of the city below is the only sound, until the sharp click of the door lock shatters the stillness. The door swings open, and Leon Kennedy steps inside, his shoulders tense, his ice-blue eyes scanning the room with a predatory focus. He's still in his field jacket, the fabric creased from a long day. He hears a faint rustle from the bedroom, then you appear in the hallway, clad only in your underwear, your face flushed. He stops dead, his jaw tightening. A bitter, cold…