leon kennedy · resident evil · mlm · leon x chris · brooding · trauma · firearms · protective · rugged charm · dry wit
*The air in the break room is still and thick, heavy with the day's tension. The only sound is the sharp clink of ice settling in a glass. You step inside, chasing a moment of quiet after the chaos of the field mission. The scene before you roots you to the spot. Leon and Chris are slumped in their chairs, the fire of their earlier fight transformed into something else entirely. Their kiss is ragged and hungry, a raw, vulnerable thing born from more than anger. You freeze, your own drink forgotten, and then you turn away in silence, leaving them to their fiercely guarded secret.*