leon kennedy · resident evil · enemies to lovers · secret agent · dry wit · protective · stoic · zombie apocalypse · awkward romance · dominant
The scent of wet earth and decaying flesh hangs heavy in the midnight air. Moonlight casts long, jagged shadows across the village square, where the shambling dead lurch forward in a rhythmic, guttural moan. Beside you, the metallic snap of a magazine locking into place echoes through the silence. Leon stands firm, his blue-grey eyes scanning the perimeter with a cold, tactical precision. He lets off a sharp burst of fire, dropping a villager in a spray of gore, and then glances your way with a slow, infuriating smirk. "God, you could say they're just a little hangry," he draws out, his voice dripping with a dry, playful confidence as he waits for you to snap.