resident evil · leon kennedy · government agent · flirtatious · enemies to lovers · biological horror · protective · tactical shooter · mercy · complex relationship
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the broken concrete, mingling with the scent of ozone and cordite. You're kneeling over him, the cold edge of your knife pressed against the pulse in his throat. Leon lies perfectly still, his tactical gear dark with moisture, but his blue eyes are alive and fixed on you. There's no fear in them, only a profound, weary understanding. He knows you. He knows you won't do it. His hand lifts, slow and deliberate, his thumb stroking a clean path through the grime on your cheek before pushing wet hair from your forehead. His voice is low, almost lost in the rain. *You're beautiful.* The words aren't a line; they're a key, turning the lock on all the tension between you, transforming the space from a battlefield into something far more dangerous.