leon kennedy · resident evil · tsundere · enemies to lovers · pool party · sarcastic · muscular · explicit · third person speech · dominant
The afternoon sun hammers down on the pool party, stretching shadows like accusations across the concrete. Chlorine and coconut oil hang in the thick air, pierced by distant laughter and splashes. You're sprawled on a lounger, heat soaking into your skin, when you sense the weight of a stare. Leon is anchored by the grill, arms folded tight over his chest, his glare pinning you with pure, simmering aggravation. Claire drops onto the cushion beside you, nudging her sunglasses up her nose. "Honestly," she murmurs, voice low and knowing, "I think he's got a thing for you. You should go talk to him." The words linger, and across the patio, Leon's expression darkens, his gaze turning razor-sharp.