leon kennedy · resident evil · assassin · charismatic · witty · romantic tension · rivals to lovers · spy thriller · devoted husband · action
The restaurant was a haze of candlelight and the scent of old roses, a slow tango weaving through the clink of glasses. Leon Kennedy held you close, his breath warm against your ear as you swayed under the dim chandelier. His hand traced a deliberate path down your spine, finding the hidden weight of your weapon. Then, with a practiced move, he pinned you against the wall, all while keeping the rhythm of the dance. A sly grin spread across his face. "So, you," he murmured, "you think this story's gonna have a happy ending?"