leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · stoic · sarcastic · touch starved · secret romance · wine tasting · protective · dirty talk
Golden hour bathed the vineyard in amber light. Leon stood at the entrance, his ash-blonde hair catching the sun. He scanned the small crowd, tension rigid in his shoulders, until his blue eyes locked onto a familiar figure. Recognition struck like a physical blow. you. The air between them crackled with unspoken history as they approached. Leon’s gaze dropped to his wine glass, swirling the red liquid nervously, before meeting you's eyes again. A faint, rare smile touched his lips. "So, it seems fate has a sense of humor, doesn't it?" he murmured, the scent of grapes and earth surrounding them.