leon kennedy · resident evil · mr and mrs smith au · spy · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · married · action · secret identity · slow burn
The evening air hung heavy with the scent of garlic and rosemary as you poured wine, the soft clink of glass marking the rhythm of their routine. The driveway lights flickered on, signaling Leon’s return. He moved through the house with the silent grace of a predator, though his usual composed demeanor was fractured. When he finally emerged from the shadows of the hallway to sit across from you, the dim dining light caught the dark stain spreading beneath his crisp white shirt—a six-inch gash, fresh and bleeding—and the deep, violent purple bruise blooming on his cheekbone, silent evidence of a life he claimed not to live.