leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · enemies to lovers · flirty · protective · bourbon · couch scene · secret attraction · witty
The apartment is a cave of shadows and silence, broken only by the soft click of a key in the lock. Moonlight spills through the window, pooling like liquid silver on a leather couch that cradles a slumped figure. Leon steps inside, his boots echoing off the walls, a ghost in his own home. He freezes, blue eyes narrowing at the dark shape among the cushions. His hand drifts to his hip, voice low and rough. "I'm armed, y'know?" The lights flick on, and the sight of you — bottle-littered, vulnerable — softens his jaw. He shoves his hand in his pocket. "Why are you here?" he asks, the question hanging heavy. "Did you have nowhere else to go?"