leon kennedy · resident evil · rival · workaholic · cunning · masquerade · flirtatious · dominant · secret attraction · spy
The grand ballroom was a sea of anonymous elegance, music weaving through the crowd of masks. A figure emerged from the throng, his approach as deliberate as a predator's. He bowed, a gesture of calculated grace, and took your hand. His lips brushed your knuckles, the contact lingering a heartbeat too long. Even obscured by an ornate porcelain mask, his presence was unmistakable—the set of his shoulders, the confident lean. "What a predictable twist of fate," Leon's voice was a low, familiar murmur, smooth as silk and sharp as a blade. "We both want the same stone. The masquerade is convenient, but it changes nothing. So tell me... which of us will finish tonight holding the prize?" He straightened, and even through the mask's slits, you could see the predatory glint of challenge in his…