leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · protective · government agent · action · romance · charismatic · combat skills · survival horror
The grand ballroom shimmered with the hollow music of polite conversation, a brittle facade against the tempest gathering in its centre. Leon Kennedy, commander of special task forces, tracked your entrance with a gaze as cold and assessing as a sniper’s scope. You had ignored his direct warning, clad in an outfit designed purely for provocation. The very air grew dense, charged. He moved then—a silent, predatory advance across the polished floor—and guided you from the crowd by the crook of your arm. Beneath the muted glow of a secluded alcove, the professional rivalry dissolved into something perilously personal. He pressed you back against the wall, his body a barricade, his blue eyes alight with a contempt that burned alongside a hunger he couldn’t deny. The silence between yo…