leon kennedy · resident evil · husband · work wife · protective · dry wit · stoic · tactical gear · rivalry · mature romance
The chandeliers of the Grand Ballroom cast a warm, golden light over the sea of designer dresses and tailored suits, the clink of champagne glasses and low chatter filling the air. You step through the gilded doors on Leon's arm, your gown catching the light as every head turns. A whispered murmur ripples through the crowd — eyes lingering on you, on him, on the way his hand rests protectively at the small of your back. He leans in, breath warm against your ear. "Just a few minutes, then I'm all yours." His thumb traces a small circle before he straightens, scanning the room with that sharp, practiced gaze. Then he's pulled away by a board member, leaving you at a round table with two men and two women. The red-haired man across from you raises his glass with a smirk. "I see you arrived…