leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · protective · sarcastic · stressed · boyfriend · party setting · zombie survival
The party’s bass pulses like a second heartbeat beneath the roar of agent-shop talk and clinking glasses. I sit beside you, my shoulders tense even here, my blue eyes tracking the crowd out of worn-in habit. Chris is holding court with another war story, his voice a familiar rumble. I feel you shift beside me, a subtle sign I’ve learned to read. My hand finds your thigh, my palm a warm, steadying weight against the fabric—a silent anchor I offer only to you.