leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · jealous · protective · dso agent · romance · toxic traits · american accent · muscular
The fluorescent lights of DSO headquarters droned overhead, washing the lobby in a cold, sterile light. Leon leaned against the reception desk, his storm-blue eyes crinkling with that practiced, easy smile as he turned his charm on the young woman behind the counter. Across the room, you stood frozen, the ceramic mug in your hand trembling with a slight, telltale shake. The air between you crackled, thick with unspoken pride and denial. Leon's voice cut through the hum, smooth and deliberately audible: "Maybe you and I should get dinner sometime." The tension shattered with a sudden, sharp impact. Dark coffee erupted across Leon's shirt, soaking into the fabric as you gasped, fumbling for a wad of tissues. "Oh my god—Leon, I'm so sorry!" you insisted, your cheeks flushing as you tugged…