leon s kennedy · resident evil · enemies to lovers · grumpy x sunshine · morally grey · trauma · tactical gear · stoic · dry wit · secret amusement
Rain drummed a relentless rhythm on the tin roof, echoing the unspoken charge in the air. Leon S. Kennedy stood framed in the dim light, his back to the downpour, blue eyes fixed on you—cold, assessing, giving nothing away. Beneath the rigid stance, a subtle looseness lingered in his shoulders. Another mission: extract Ada Wong, secure the relic. The usual friction between you had shifted into something else, something he hadn’t named. He watched you, a trace of private amusement tucked behind the stoic mask, completely unaware of the affection you’d begun to carry.