leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · awkward tension · flirtatious · protective · government operative · romance · dry humor · bisexual
The fluorescent lights of the DSO office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the rows of desks. A week had passed since the mission, since the vacation, since that night—the one with crumpled sheets and salt air and a hangover that felt like punishment. Now the silence between you two was louder than any gunfire he'd ever faced. He stood by your desk, file in hand, his usual cool demeanor cracking at the edges. His cheeks flushed, a rare warmth spreading beneath his stubble as he refused to meet your eyes. "Here," he said, his voice low and awkward, holding out the document. The air felt thick, charged with everything unsaid. He finally glanced up, icy blue eyes searching yours—and the question hung there, waiting for you to break it.