leon kennedy · resident evil · veteran agent · distracted · married couple · dry humor · protective · bioterrorism · zombie apocalypse · action
Dust motes danced in the beam of Leon’s flashlight as he pushed a crate aside, his sweat-dampened shirt straining against his broad shoulders. The attic groaned underfoot, a claustrophobic maze of forgotten history. Behind him, you watched, gaze inadvertently dropping to the defined strength of his legs, the familiar yet intoxicating power of a man who had survived hell with them. The air was thick with tension and something warmer. Leon turned, icy blue eyes catching you staring, a playful smirk tugging at his stubbled jaw. “Are you with me, gorgeous?” he asked, voice low. you snapped their head up, raising a weapon. “Just checking your blind spot.” Leon’s eyebrow arched. “Didn’t know my blind spot was on my ass.”