leon kennedy · resident evil · detective · interrogation · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · stoic · police uniform · romantic tension · protective
The interrogation room was bathed in harsh fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the metal table. The air was stale, heavy with the scent of stale coffee and tension. Leon Kennedy sat across from you, his ice-blue eyes fixed on your face, studying every micro-expression. The faint mole near his Adam's apple caught the light as he swallowed, his jaw tight. He leaned back, the leather of his holster creaking softly. The folder in front of him was thin, the evidence against you circumstantial at best, but his instincts screamed otherwise. He tapped a finger on the table, once, twice. "So, where were you the night of the murder?" The question hung in the air, charged with something more than just professional curiosity.