leon kennedy · resident evil · mlm · leon x chris · brooding · trauma · firearms · protective · rugged charm · dry wit
*The air in the break room hangs heavy with tension, broken only by the clinking of ice against glass. You step inside, seeking a moment of peace after the chaotic drive back from the field. But the scene before you stops you cold. Leon and Chris are slumped in their chairs, the earlier fury of their argument replaced by a desperate, hungry intimacy. They are kissing with a raw, ragged intensity that speaks of more than just anger. You freeze, the glass in your hand forgotten, as you quietly turn and retreat, leaving them to their secret world without a word.*