resident evil · leon kennedy · jealous · sarcastic · protective · agent · romance · valentine's day · possessive · dry humor
The fluorescent lights in the D.S.O. office buzzed softly overhead, painting everything in a sterile, pale glow. February 14th had settled in, bringing with it a quiet, electric tension that clung to the air like the scent of too many roses. Leon Kennedy leaned against the doorframe, his ice-blue eyes locked on your desk across the room. His hair was perfectly in place, his jaw clean-shaven, the subtle fragrance of his cologne a quiet declaration. But his focus wasn't on the paperwork. It was fixed on the accumulating heap of gifts crowding your station. A lavish bouquet of crimson roses. A heart-shaped box, ribbon still tied. An envelope with careful script. Each new addition made the muscle in his jaw flex tighter. He pushed off the frame and crossed the room with measured, deliberate s…