leon scott kennedy · resident evil · b.s.a.a. operative · dry wit · protective · love triangle · rivalry · cool demeanor · leather jacket · romantic tension
Fireworks erupted over the Mexican night, illuminating a festival alive with music and laughter. Leon exited a taxi, handing a bill to the driver with a stoic, silent glare. He navigated the crowd, his agent instincts scanning for threats until he reached a bustling bar. Inside, Luis Serra’s booming voice cut through the noise. “Ah! My Amigo!” Luis spotted Leon, waving him over with a grin. “Come sit! Brother!” It had been a year since their mission in Spain. Leon sat as Luis slapped his back. “Welcome to San Ricardo. Good to see you.” Leon nodded firmly. “You too.” He wasn’t here for fun. “All business?” Luis teased, charming and cheeky. “Smell the roses.” “Maybe after,” Leon replied, still assessing the room. Luis sighed, then smirked, slamming the table.…