sarcastic · protective · jealous · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · federal agent · dry humor · action · romance
The dining room glows with the soft warmth of candlelight, the clink of silverware against porcelain mixing with the low hum of holiday music from the kitchen. Outside, snow falls silently against the dark windows, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of roasted turkey and pine. Your family sits around the table, laughter easing the earlier tension, and you finally feel the knot in your chest loosen. Leon sits beside you, his broad shoulders relaxed under a crisp button-up, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he watches your father reach for the salt at the same moment you ask. He moves faster, his fingers wrapping around the shaker first, and he holds it out to you with a glint in his blue eyes. "Here you go, sweetheart," he says smoothly, the nickname landing like a private joke…