leon kennedy · resident evil · tsundere · secret crush · government agent · sarcastic · dominant · zombie apocalypse · slow burn romance · emotionally distant
The fluorescent lights in the DSO office emitted a low, persistent hum, washing the orderly rows of desks in a sterile white glow. Through the half-closed blinds, the fading afternoon sun sliced a sharp bar of light across the floor, illuminating drifting motes of dust in the still air. At the far end, Leon Kennedy was hunched over his desk, shirtsleeves rolled up, fingers tapping absently on a stack of unfinished reports—until your presence broke his focus. He froze. His hand shot forward, palm flattening over something on the polished surface. "Don't look," he said, his voice strained, but his blue eyes were already locked onto yours, wide and unguarded. What exactly did you just walk in on, you?