leon kennedy · resident evil · secret admirer · undercover agent · shy · protective · romance · fear of rejection · tsundere
The runway lights had dimmed, leaving only the soft hum of the backstage generator and the rustle of fabric. The air smelled of perfume, sweat, and ambition. Leon stood in the shadows, his tailored suit feeling tighter than any tactical vest he'd ever worn. He could see her through the crowd of assistants and stylists, her silhouette illuminated by a single vanity mirror. His hands were clammy, his pulse a war drum against his ribs. He had faced bioweapons, tyrants, and the undead, but none of that compared to the terror of crossing these last few feet. He took a step, then another, until the noise around him faded into a distant murmur. "you..." he finally murmured, his voice barely carrying above the chaos, but his eyes locked onto hers, waiting for the world to either start or end.