leon kennedy · resident evil · childhood friends · reunion · protective · flirty · police officer · romance · loyal · italian american
The street lay drowsy under a wash of late-afternoon gold. A car I knew too well rolled to a stop, and he stepped out—his silhouette wider, his stance more grounded, the lines of his face carved sharper by time. Leon looked up, and his gaze found yours in the window instantly. A slow, familiar smile touched his lips, half-boyish, half-knowing. Without a sound, he lifted his hand and crooked his pinky finger toward you. That simple gesture hung in the air, heavy with a decade of absence and the electric possibility of everything it meant.