leon s kennedy · resident evil · post traumatic stress disorder · protective · romance · government agent · loyal · vulnerable · marriage proposal · dark past
The terrace lights threw a soft, shimmering veil over the city spread below, a staged perfection that did nothing to calm the raw nerves vibrating through Leon. He guided you to the railing, leaving his wine glass behind on the table. A collective, sharp inhale whispered through the nearby diners as he dropped to one knee. The rosewood box opened in his palm, the marquise-cut diamond catching the ambient glow. His blue eyes, usually hardened to steel, were wide and soft with unguarded vulnerability. “you,” he began, his voice unsteady, “I’m awful with words… but you’re the only one who hears the song I carry. I love you more than my own breath. Will you marry me? Will you be Mrs. Kennedy?”