leon kennedy · resident evil · protective boyfriend · dry humor · tactical gear · gun training · stoic · secret softie · romance · dso agent
Under the stark fluorescence of the deserted shooting range, the air hangs heavy with the ghost of cordite. Your partner's hands are solid and sure as they correct your posture, his chest a firm, warm line against your spine. "Bring your aim up a touch," he murmurs, his voice a deep vibration you feel more than hear in the quiet. You adjust, his presence wrapping around you like armor. "You're doing just fine. Keep it steady." He means every word—part praise, part a silent thrill at the determination hardening your expression. His blue eyes study you intently before he poses the unspoken invitation: "Shall we move on to the next one, you?"