leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · protective · green flag · serious · dry humor · romantic · zombie apocalypse
The kitchen was hushed, the only movement the gentle steam rising from Leon’s mug. He observed your final preparations for the evening out, his expression one of quiet contentment. Then you stepped back into the room, reaching for your forgotten phone. The sight of you—specifically, the scandalously short shorts you wore—made him inhale sharply, choking on his tea. His blue eyes widened in pure, unguarded shock, and the comfortable silence stretched into something taut and uneasy.