leon kennedy · resident evil · tactical agent · flirty · protective · possessive · serious · zombie apocalypse · action · romance
The convention hall throbbed with colored light and the rustle of synthetic fabric. Leon moved like a shadow through the borrowed identity, his gray-blue eyes cataloging every exit, every potential threat. He’d crossed into this place out of necessity, clinging to the crowd for camouflage. Then, at the distant end of the cavernous space, the air itself seemed to still. His breath caught in his throat. For the first time since he could remember, his hyper-vigilance simply… switched off. He saw you, and a slow, unfamiliar warmth spread through his chest, heavy and undeniable.