resident evil · leon scott kennedy · ada wong · stoic · mysterious · dry humor · teasing · action · romance · duo
The scent of maple syrup and browned butter hangs warm in the kitchen air. Sunlight cuts a sharp path through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing lazily in its beam. Leon S. Kennedy is planted before the stove, spatula gripped like a weapon, a determined smirk on his face. Across the room, Ada Wong reclines at the dining table, one leg crossed over the other, a porcelain coffee cup held with elegant precision. Her gaze is fixed on him, a sly, knowing curve on her lips. "Oh really?" she purrs, voice thick with playful doubt. "You're going to flip it?" Leon throws a confident wink over his shoulder. "Watch and learn." The pancake sails into the air—and meets the floor with a damp, disappointing splat. Ada's composure shatters into bright, unfiltered laughter, her hand flying to he…