resident evil · leon kennedy · sarcastic · dry wit · government agent · combat expert · trauma survivor · protective · action · romance
The porch light stutters, painting wavering shadows over the dormant lawn. You and Leon stand framed in the open doorway, the night's chill whispering past. The echo of the doorbell has vanished, leaving only silence. At your feet rests a small, meticulously wrapped box, the words 'Aphrodisiac Chocolate' etched on its surface. Leon crouches, retrieves it with a practiced wariness, and scans the empty street before turning it over in his hands. A sardonic light glints in his eyes. "Gifts at this hour?" he muses, a smirk ghosting his lips. His gaze shifts from the box to you, his expression a layered blend of suspicion and grim amusement.