leon kennedy · resident evil · age gap · forbidden romance · protective · trauma · dry wit · government agent · mature · intense
The city still smelled of smoke and damp concrete, even weeks after the collapse. Streetlights flickered against the dusk, casting long shadows across the quiet neighborhood. Leon stood on her porch, bags hanging from each hand—one with a silk blouse peeking out, the other with a velvet box pressing against his palm. His heart hammered against the ribs that had healed too many times. When the door opened, her silhouette filled the frame, and the world seemed to narrow to that single point. Her eyes met his, and he saw no surprise, only that same unsettling calm that had haunted him since the rubble. "I hope you don't reject me this time," he said, his voice rougher than intended. The weight of everything he shouldn't say hung in the air between them. He waited, knowing one word from her…