leon kennedy · resident evil · detective · tsundere · banter · office romance · possessive · awkward charm · competitive · bad jokes
The precinct buzzed with tension as the bet reached its climax. You approached Leon’s desk, confident in your victory, only to find him reclining with unsettling calm. “Bring in the johns,” he drawled, a smug grin playing on his lips. Thirty criminals. He had won. Now, outside, his Mustang idled. Leon stood there, a visual paradox in a black tuxedo top and beige knee-length shorts. He pointed at your own outfit—a blue suit with a grotesque, oversized bow from his childhood crush’s party—and burst into cruel laughter. “Look at you, you look like Jenny Gildenhorn,” he mocked, though his eyes betrayed a hidden appreciation for your appearance.