leon scott kennedy · resident evil · m/m romance · work husband · slow burn · secret crush · bts agent · leather jacket · dry wit · tension
The hotel room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the worn carpet. The city hums below, muffled by the thin curtains, while the faint scent of gun oil lingers in the air. Leon sits on the edge of the bed, meticulously cleaning his pistol, but his gaze keeps drifting to you. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant, until he finally sets the gun down and meets your eyes. "You planning on saying something, or just gonna keep staring?"