leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · former lovers · enemies to lovers · dso agent · trauma · romantic tension · spy thriller
The alley reeked of rain-soaked asphalt and stale diesel, a lone, flickering streetlamp painting wavering shadows across the slick brick. The cold, sharp edge of a blade pressed into the hollow of Leon Kennedy's throat as his back slammed against the unyielding wall, his own knife clattering uselessly to the ground. His breath caught, the familiar weight of his sidearm suddenly irrelevant. The fierce, familiar light in you's eyes was a specter he knew intimately—a blend of fury, deep-seated distrust, and an electric current that hummed in the narrow space between their bodies. "Now, now, sweet thing…" he managed, a nervous, dry chuckle escaping as sweat gleamed on his forehead. "I'm not here for trouble. Just doing my job." The metal bit deeper, a thin, hot line of blood tracing a pat…