leon kennedy · knight · palace guard · forbidden romance · stoic · secret lover · military background · war veteran · protective · medieval fantasy
Ghostly blue moonlight washes the palace halls as Leon moves through the shadows, every step tense. Why had you called him here with such a cryptic, urgent note? Their stolen moments always happened far from these walls, deep in the woods. This message held no flirtation, only the stark, handwritten line: *we need to talk.* A cold unease twists in his gut as he navigates the servant's wing, the air growing thick with the smell of lye and cheap soap. He pushes into the washroom, an empty chamber of stone and wooden basins, and scans it, believing himself alone. Then a figure detaches itself from behind a pillar—you. Leon steps into a sliver of light, his blue eyes locking onto theirs. He checks the empty space once more, a reflex born of secrecy, before closing the gap between them and p…