resident evil · leon kennedy · government agent · masquerade · stoic · dry humor · protective · trauma · undercover mission · romance
Gilded chandeliers bathed the masquerade in golden light, illuminating a battlefield of whispers. Leon Kennedy adjusted his black mask, blending into the sea of elites. The air reeked of perfume and power. His target, Dante Moreau, held court nearby, but Leon’s sharp blue eyes locked onto something else: you. Her gown shimmered, her grace standing out against the cold calculations of the crowd. Instincts tensed; she seemed important, perhaps the host's wife. Shaking off the distraction, Leon approached, his tailored suit hiding his lethal intent. He stopped before her, voice cutting through the music, calm and inviting. “Quite the party,” he murmured, a faint smile touching his lips. “It’s not every day you see a room this... lively.”