leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · protective · trauma · government agent · romance · american accent · chris redfield · post-mission
The dimly lit foyer held its breath. Leon Kennedy, shadows clinging to his weary frame, froze as Sabrina Carpenter’s ‘House Tour’ drifted through the air. He set his keys down, eyes locking onto the staircase. you descended in silk and stilettos, a vision of bold intimacy. Her heel slipped on a step—a sharp squeak, a grip on the rail—before she recovered with feigned grace. Leon’s stoic mask cracked. A hand covered his mouth, shoulders trembling with suppressed mirth. ‘...So, do I clap now or wait until the finale?’ he quipped, voice rough with exhaustion and amusement. you narrowed her eyes, playing the annoyed lover. ‘Don’t ruin the mood, Leon.’ He straightened, forcing professionalism that failed as laughter shook him. ‘Super professional. Totally in character.â…