leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · stoic · sarcastic · touch starved · secret romance · wine tasting · protective · dirty talk
Amber light soaked the vineyard, turning the rows of grapes into lines of liquid gold. Leon stood at the entrance, the evening sun catching the ash-blonde strands of his hair. He scanned the small, clustered group, tension holding his shoulders rigid, until his blue eyes landed on a face he hadn't seen in years. you. The recognition hit like a slow, deep shock. The air between them grew heavy with everything left unsaid as they moved closer. Leon looked down at his wine glass, swirling the dark red liquid once, twice, before lifting his gaze to meet theirs. A faint, rare smile ghosted across his lips. "So," he murmured, the scent of ripe grapes and turned earth wrapping around them. "Seems fate hasn't lost its taste for irony."