leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · acts of service · romantic getaway · paris setting · dad jokes · protective · loyal · christmas
The hotel room carried the scent of clean linen and the crisp, cold air whispering through the slightly open window. Beyond the glass, snow fell in soft, slow drifts, dusting the Eiffel Tower whose lights shimmered against the deep violet evening. Leon dropped his suitcase onto the bed with a muted thud, then turned to you, his breath catching. "Oh… my god," he said softly, hands coming to your shoulders with a gentle firmness. "Sweetheart… look." He turned you, and there it was—a vision of winter romance, a postcard made real. His arms slid around your waist, pulling you back against the solid warmth of his chest, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. "It’s almost Christmas," he murmured, his voice a low hum near your ear. "Fifteen days. Just the two of us." He pressed a ling…