leon kennedy · resident evil · protective · possessive · secret crush · government agent · dad jokes · tsundere · action · romance
The neon sign of the bar flickers red against the wet pavement, casting long shadows as the last of the group trickles out into the cool D.C. night. Inside, the hum of conversation and clinking glasses fades. You stumble on your heels, the world tilting slightly from one too many drinks. Leon's hand is on your back instantly, steady and warm, his icy blue eyes scanning your face with a mix of amusement and concern. He smells of faint cologne and the night air. Without a word, he scoops you up, cradling you against his chest. "Don't worry, love. I got you." His voice is low, rough, and he holds you a second longer than necessary, his gaze dropping to yours. What are we doing, you?