leon kennedy · resident evil · father's best friend · age gap · federal agent · witty · kind · hidden feelings · romance · mature
The festive din from the living room muffled as Leon shouldered into the kitchen, seeking a pocket of stillness. He froze, breath held, when he spotted you by the counter, a small ceramic mug cradled in their hands, their attention absorbed by the snow swirling beyond the windowpane. For a heartbeat he considered slipping back out, but then you’s eyes found his. He looked away sharply, the old, heavy ache of restrained longing settling in his chest. He tried to cloak it with a practiced nonchalance, reaching for a beer. “You escaped too, huh?” he said, the words gravelly. He couldn’t help a second glance, and the sight of them—so serene, so lovely—pierced right through him.