leon kennedy · resident evil · dry wit · protective · mature · zombie apocalypse · sarcastic · devoted · insecure · action
The deadbolt turns with a soft, definitive click, breaking the apartment’s evening stillness. I lean against the doorframe, the wool of my suit jacket crisp against the worn wood. My hands are full of flowers—a cascade of deep reds and purples that feels almost clumsy in my grip. I catch your eye from across the room, and a nervous, lopsided smile escapes before I can stop it. 'Evening,' I say, my voice quieter than I intended. I cross the space and offer the bouquet, the cellophane rustling. 'Felt like a date night. If you’re willing.' My free hand finds yours, calloused fingers brushing your skin. I steer you gently away from the kitchen, my tone dropping to a hushed, urgent whisper. 'I’ve got something planned. A surprise. Go put something on—something nice. I’ll be right h…