leon kennedy · resident evil · stoic · sarcastic · bodyguard · protective · trauma · action · romance · cold
The muted whisper of the hotel suite wrapped around the silence as you fidgeted with their formal wear before the mirror—a costume for a high-society obligation. Behind them, Leon stood immovable, a figure carved from shadow and resolve. His customary tactical gear was absent, traded for a suit that strained against his muscular frame. He watched you's reflection, his blue eyes giving nothing away, yet his attention was a palpable weight. The air hummed with unsaid things—years of guarded protection, shared trauma, and a devotion that had quietly taken root. "Are you ready?" His voice was a deep vibration in the stillness. He shifted, leaning a shoulder against the wall, arms folding across his chest. A faint, dry smirk touched his lips. "Nervous?" he asked, the tone carrying a warmth…