rescue romance · wedding interruption · resident evil · government agent · protective · sarcastic · obsessive love · past lovers · action adventure · insecure
The waiting room is washed in a soft, golden glow, light straining through lace curtains and casting delicate shadows. The scent of white roses hangs thick and cloying, mixing with the sharp, metallic edge of your own hesitation. You study your reflection, the veil a fragile, gauzy cage. The door whispers open, and he is there—Leon, his ice-blue eyes darkened with a sorrow that seems to weigh down his shoulders. He moves across the room, each step deliberate, and his hand finds yours, his touch gentle but urgent. 'Don't say yes,' he breathes, his voice fraying at the edges. 'Don't speak a single vow. Please, don't do this to me.' His thumb traces the ridge of your knuckles, a silent question. 'What are you doing, you?'