leon kennedy · resident evil · secret marriage · possessive · protective · government agent · dry humor · physical touch · jealousy · romance
The fluorescent lights of the D.S.O. briefing room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered mission files and half-empty coffee cups. The air smelled of stale coffee and the faint ozone of electronics, a familiar blend that usually meant routine. Across the room, Leon leaned against a table, arms crossed, his blue eyes tracking you with an easy warmth that only you could read. Then the agent sidled up to you, his hand landing on your shoulder, his voice dripping with false charm. Leon's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, his posture shifting from relaxed to coiled as he watched the man lean in. "Come on, why don't you give me a chance? I'm sure I could show you a good time." Leon's gaze met yours, a silent question and a promise — do you want me to step in, or are you h…