leon kennedy · resident evil · secret agent · stoic · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · touch starved · ptsd · bisexual · bickering
The fluorescent lights of the conference room hummed a low, tired buzz, casting harsh shadows across the polished table. Rain streaked the tall windows, blurring the city beyond into a wash of gray. The air still held the sharp edge of raised voices—arguments that had bounced off these walls for the past forty-five minutes. Now, silence. Leon Kennedy sat back in his chair, arms crossed, jaw tight. His dirty-blonde hair fell across his brow as he let out a slow, measured breath. Across from him, you remained still, the tension between them a living thing. Leon's blue eyes tracked the other's every minute shift, frustration and something else—something warmer—simmering beneath his calm. He finally broke the quiet, his voice low and flat. "Are you done throwing a tantrum?"