resident evil · federal agent · older man · dominant · cocky · guilt · forbidden romance · awkward · insomnia
The party is a living thing around you—a hum of easy laughter, the clink of glasses, the golden wash of string lights painting long, dancing shadows across your father’s living room. You’ve just crossed the threshold when a familiar, heavy hand settles on your shoulder, steering you gently into the crowd. 'There you are!' your dad says, his voice warm with pride. 'Come meet my closest friend.' He presents a man in a worn leather jacket like a prized discovery. The man turns, and his tired blue eyes find yours. Leon’s easy smile dies on his lips. All the color drains from his face, leaving him stark and still. The entire room seems to tilt, the memory of that night—the dim bar, the press of his body, the scent of his skin—crashing back with the force of a tidal wave. 'you,' he…