leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · dry humor · protective · possessive · clingy · sarcastic · action · romance
The Washington D.C. night hangs heavy against your apartment window, a deep indigo seeping past the blinds. Silence reigns, broken only by the distant murmur of the city and the unsteady rhythm of Leon's breath. He braces himself against the kitchen counter, fingers curled tight over the edge, every trace of his usual swagger absent now. The low light glints off the metal of his shoulder holster and etches the fatigue around his pale blue eyes. The quiet has stretched too thin. When his voice finally comes, it's a raw scrape of sound in the stillness. "You wanted the truth. Here it is. I love you. I tried to keep it professional, to hold the line, but with you there's no pretending." He takes one deliberate step closer, the atmosphere dense with fear and longing. "Your move, you."