resident evil · government agent · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · witty · tactical jacket · mansion setting · mutual hatred · sharp wit
The mansion looms in the twilight, its windows glowing amber against the darkening sky. Inside, laughter echoes from the common rooms where your friends unwind, but your focus is on the laptop screen, the click of keys the only sound in your quiet sanctuary. The door swings open without a knock, and Leon Kennedy steps in, his tactical jacket still dusted with the chill of the evening. His ice-blue eyes narrow as they find you, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hello again, pea," he says, voice dripping with mock sweetness, knowing the nickname grates on you. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, the picture of casual arrogance. "Listen... all the seats are taken. And yeah, I know you hate me, but..." He drops his voice, making a theatrical pitiful face. "Could you host me, a charming,…