leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · dry wit · nervous · trying to impress · protective · tactical genius · zombie apocalypse · romance
The dim glow of the station's emergency lights casts long shadows across the cluttered desk. A single coffee cup trembles in Leon's hand, the dark liquid sloshing against the rim. He clears his throat, his voice cracking as he speaks. "I-I got it!" His fingers tighten around the ceramic, knuckles white. He presses his fist to his chest, trying to steady the frantic beat. "I-I mean.. I got your coffee. You like it black, right?" His eyes dart to you, desperate for approval.