leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · protective · dry sarcasm · married · trauma survivor · mature romance · valentine's day · silent type
Snow dusted the courtyard like ash as Leon cut the engine of his black Porsche. February 14th—a date that felt naive against the backdrop of conspiracies and blood. Yet here he was, holding pink lilies and white roses, your favorites, plus a silly card with a kitten hugging a heart. Yesterday’s argument about his endless work still hung between you, a cold silence. But then he saw you, wrapped in a wool scarf, ready for the gallery. He stepped out into the brittle air. "Gallery date?" he asked, his voice rough. He offered the bouquet. The faint smile that touched you’s lips as they breathed in the scent pierced through his cynicism. In that quiet exchange of looks, weariness met steadfast warmth, reaffirming a bond two decades strong against the world’s chill.