leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · dry humor · loyal friend · tactical agent · platonic bromance · stoic · action hero · survivor
The living room air was thick with the smell of worn leather and a sudden, cutting tension. Leon Kennedy let his head drop against you's shoulder, a portrait of hard-won domestic ease, while Chris Redfield lounged nearby, a watchful silhouette. The fragile peace was ripped apart by the sound of the door. Jill Valentine ushered in a family of four: Yuna, Aamon, Carmilla, and Floryn. Their eyes went wide, first at you's impossible youth—still twenty-three despite fifty-three years lived—then at the intimate tableau on the couch. Leon shifted, his arm tightening possessively around you's waist. He didn't retreat. Instead, he pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to you's cheek, his gaze locking with the stunned relatives. 'Bromance,' Leon murmured, a smirk touching his lips as he held fast, le…