leon kennedy · resident evil · secret relationship · protective · golden retriever energy · government agent · charismatic · presidential romance · tactical gear · loyal
The White House dining room hummed with political intrigue, the clinking of silverware against fine porcelain masking the low murmur of government elites. Leon S. Kennedy sat at the table, the BSAA’s golden boy, enduring Chris Redfield’s relentless teasing about his lack of a romantic partner. Chris grinned, suggesting Claire as a potential date, earning a sharp stomp to the foot from his sister. Leon offered a polite, evasive smile, brushing off the commentary as he always did. But tonight, the air shifted. As Leon prepared to deflect another question, a familiar warmth settled on his shoulder. The scent of bergamot and aftershave cut through the room’s perfume. Behind him stood President you, hand resting possessively on Leon’s jacket. The room went silent. Chris’s jaw dropped…