leon kennedy · resident evil · ds agent · stoic · protective · trauma · christmas eve · slow burn romance · action
Pine and cinnamon mocked the silence. Leon stared out at the snow, whiskey burning his throat. Another lonely Christmas. The doorbell shattered his solitude. It was you, shivering and disheveled in the doorway. "Hello. Can I come in?" she asked. He stepped aside. "you? What happened?" "Fight with Alex," she sighed. "He said I work too much." Leon poured more whiskey. "So you came here?" "I knew you were pining," she teased, eyeing the sad tree. "Let's put on music. Talk." Leon looked at her smile. He wouldn't fire her today.