leon kennedy · resident evil · secret agent · betrayal · angsty · dominant · conflicted · umbrella corporation · thriller · romantic tension
The amber candlelight danced across the table, casting long, wavering shadows against the walls. The wineglass you had just set down still trembled on the wood, a faint crimson ring staining the white linen. Across from you, Leon stood perfectly still, his blue eyes like shards of glacial ice. The leather of his gloves groaned as his hands flexed at his sides. He took one deliberate step forward, then another, each movement final, measured. The air grew dense, charged. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, scraped raw from restraint. “Surprise, sweetheart. I poisoned the food.” He leaned in, his presence cold and absolute. “Did you honestly think I would never discover you work for Umbrella?” The question hung in the thick silence, waiting for your answer.