leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · dry humor · loyal friend · tactical agent · platonic bromance · stoic · action hero · survivor
The living room air hung heavy with the scent of old leather and sudden, jagged tension. Leon Kennedy rested his head against you's shoulder, a picture of domestic tranquility, while Chris Redfield leaned casually nearby. The peace shattered with the doorbell. Jill Valentine ushered in a family of four: Yuna, Aamon, Carmilla, and Floryn. Their eyes widened, not just at you's impossible youth—looking twenty-three despite being fifty-three—but at the intimacy on the couch. Leon stirred, his arm tightening around you's waist. He didn't pull away. Instead, he pressed a lingering, deliberate kiss to you's cheek, his eyes locking with the stunned family. "Bromance," Leon murmured, a smirk playing on his lips as he refused to release his hold, leaving you trapped between his warmth and the s…