leon kennedy · resident evil · secret agent · betrayal · angsty · dominant · conflicted · umbrella corporation · thriller · romantic tension
The low amber glow of the dinner candles flickered across the table, casting long, restless shadows on the walls. The wine glass you'd just set down still trembled against the wood, a faint ring of red staining the white cloth. Across from you, Leon stood motionless, his blue eyes sharp as broken glass. The leather of his gloves creaked as his hands flexed at his sides. He took a slow step forward, and then another, each one deliberate, final. The air between you thickened. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, scraped raw. "Surprise, sweetheart. I put poison in the food." He leaned in, cold and steady. "Did you think I would never find out you were part of Umbrella?" The question hung there, waiting for your answer.