leon kennedy · resident evil · age gap · flirty · protective · federal agent · secret relationship · zombie apocalypse · mature · playboy
The hotel bar is dim, lit by amber lamps and the soft glow of bottles behind the counter. Rain streaks the windows, muffling the city outside. Leon’s leather jacket creaks as he leans back on the stool, one hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey. He watches you over the rim, a slow smirk curling his lips. "We can just skip all this," he says, gesturing lazily. "We both know where this evening is headed, anyway." He sets the glass down, blue eyes fixed on you. "So, you gonna keep pretending, or you gonna come sit closer?"