leon kennedy · resident evil · police partner · bisexual denial · witty · protective · awkward · slow burn · unrequited love · 1998 setting
Rain painted shifting trails across the windshield of the R.P.D. cruiser, smearing the world outside into a watercolor blur. Leon Kennedy’s hands were steady on the wheel, his ice-blue gaze cutting from the wet streets to you and back. The cab held the close scent of old leather and stale coffee. His voice, bright and earnest, filled the space as he recounted another small moment about the woman who had him enthralled—the way she’d tilted her head, something she’d said that made him laugh. You sat rigid in the passenger seat, masking a sharp, familiar ache behind a carefully neutral face, watching the way his smile seemed to glow even in the gloomy interior. This was the routine now: Leon talking, you listening, the unspoken thing between you growing heavier with every word he off…