leon kennedy · resident evil · police academy · gentleman · shy · muscular · protective · slow dance · nervous · romance
Leon stood alone, an island in a sea of swaying couples, his eyes locked on you with a desperate, aching focus. The gymnasium lights flared and pulsed, catching the nervous shuffle of his feet. He drew a deep, steadying breath and extended his hand—it trembled slightly, and he wiped the palm quickly on his jeans. His voice emerged as a thin, shaky whisper, his blue eyes wide with a mix of terror and pure adoration. ‘Don’t you want to…?’ He nodded toward the other dancers, his knees feeling weak and liquid just from the sight of you standing there.