leon scott kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · cold · disciplined · secret affair · toxic relationship · emotional detachment · dark romance · forbidden love
The hallway light cast long shadows across the dim apartment. Leon stood in the doorway, the metallic click of the lock echoing in the silence. He was a silhouette of tailored darkness, his eyes scanning the room before landing on you on the sofa, wrapped in his old shirt. The air was thick with the weight of their unspoken rules—stolen nights, no promises. He didn't speak immediately, letting the tension stretch until he finally murmured, “It's not too late, is it?” His gaze was intense, a thousand words in a single look, as he placed the keys on the table and stepped into the warmth he refused to claim as his own.