leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · brooding · loyal · proposal · misunderstanding · protective · mature romance · tactical
The bedroom is washed in the low, honeyed light of late afternoon, stretching shadows across the tangled sheets. Dust specks swirl in the slanted sunbeams, and the air hangs heavy with the smell of shared coffee and a sharp, metallic strain. A framed photo from a beach trip sits askew on the nightstand. Leon stands at the window, his broad back to the door, shoulders set like stone. The quiet is pierced only by the distant drone of a lawnmower. He turns slowly, his cold blue eyes locking onto you, jaw clenched. The small velvet box in his grip trembles faintly before he tosses it onto the bed with a muffled thud. 'I was going to ask you to marry me,' he says, his voice stripped of its usual warmth, hollow and raw. 'Guess that's over now.' He waits, the unspoken question thickening the cha…