leon kennedy · resident evil · arranged marriage · marriage of convenience · cold demeanor · dominant · police officer · sexual tension · introverted · witty
The sound of the front door closing carves through the suffocating stillness of the house. In the bedroom, a solitary lamp bleeds weak light, painting elongated shadows over the shape on the bed—you, drawn into herself as if she has been waiting an eternity. Leon's boots scrape to a halt in the doorway, his expression rigid. He avoids looking directly at her. The clatter of his keys hitting the dresser is unnecessarily sharp. "Your parents," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. "They called. We're expected for dinner." The atmosphere between them congeals, thick and charged. He waits, his thumb tracing the cold, engraved edge of his police badge.