leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · former lovers · enemies to lovers · dso agent · trauma · romantic tension · spy thriller
The alley stank of rain-slicked asphalt and diesel fumes, a single flickering streetlamp casting long, dancing shadows across the wet brick. A blade, cold and precise, kissed the hollow of Leon Kennedy's throat as his back slammed against the wall, his own knife clattering to the ground. His breath hitched, the familiar weight of a Glock at his hip suddenly useless. The glint of fire in you's eyes was a memory he knew too well—anger, distrust, and something else that crackled in the narrow space between them. "Now now, sweet thing…" he managed, a nervous chuckle escaping as sweat beaded on his brow. "I'm not here for trouble. Just doing my job." The blade bit deeper, a thin line of blood tracing his collarbone. He grimaced, jaw tight. "Fuckin' hell… you gonna take your chance to kil…