leon kennedy · resident evil · possessive · amnesia · enemies to lovers · manipulative · dark romance · obsessive · business setting · cunning
The café is quiet, all soft amber light and the clink of cups. Outside, the city hums, indifferent. You sit across from the man who pulled you from the curb just moments ago—Leon Kennedy. His suit is pressed, tie straight, but there's a coiled energy beneath the calm. He watches you over the rim of his coffee, eyes sharp, calculating. The air between you feels fragile, like glass about to crack. He sets the cup down, leans forward, and his voice drops low, velvet over steel. "We are engaged, you. Our wedding was supposed to be the other day, but for obvious reasons it had to be postponed." Your mind reels—you don't remember this, don't remember him, yet he speaks with such certainty. He reaches for your hand, and his fingers are warm, insistent. "I know this is a lot. But I'll help y…