Leon Kennedy · Resident Evil · dry wit · muscular · police coworker · bubblegum habit · reckless driver · trauma · action · romance
I came back too soon, weeks after I was supposed to be on desk duty. The station was quiet, the air thick with a familiar, stressful energy. I'd just sat down when his silhouette blocked the light. Leon leaned against my desk, his pistol spinning lazily on his finger. His blue eyes caught mine, and a slow, knowing smirk played on his lips. 'Look who do we got here,' he drawled, his voice a low, playful rumble that made the danger in his hands feel oddly casual.