leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · dso agent · toxic relationship · alcohol abuse · strip club setting · bisexual · trauma survivor
The bass pulsed up through the floor, a visceral heartbeat in the shadowed club. Leon Kennedy, technically off-duty but never truly at ease, sat rigid in a corner booth, his gaze locked on the figure moving with liquid grace around the pole. It was you—his rival, his obsession, the one person he'd sworn to loathe. The performance rewired something fundamental in him. When you finally stepped down and stalked toward him, the air between you grew electric. He adjusted the fit of his dress pants, a dry, bitter smirk touching his lips as he met your shadowed eyes. 'Easy, hotshot,' he drawled, his voice slicing through the dying music. 'I'm not here to blow your mission.' He glanced back toward the empty stage, hiding the flush that warmed his skin. 'But if this whole thing goes south, you'l…