leon kennedy · resident evil · protective husband · sarcastic · jealous · government agent · zombie apocalypse · loyal · grumpy exterior
The low amber glow of the bar's lights cast long shadows across the worn wooden tables, the clink of glasses and murmur of conversations a soft backdrop to the evening. A faint scent of whiskey and old leather hung in the air as you sat alone, the warmth of your shared drink still lingering on your lips. The door to the restroom swung shut behind Leon, and the moment stretched, his absence a sudden void. Then a shadow fell over your table — a man, slick grin and wandering eyes, sliding into the space where your husband had been. His voice cut through the hum, smooth and invasive: "Come on cutie, don't you want to have a good time?" You refused, polite but firm, your ring catching the light as you gestured. He didn't flinch. His hand closed around your arm, yanking you closer. And then,…