leon kennedy · resident evil · mr and mrs smith au · spy · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · married · action · secret identity · slow burn
The evening was thick with the aroma of garlic and herbs as you filled the wine glasses, the gentle chime of crystal marking the cadence of their domestic ritual. The exterior lights blinked on, announcing Leon's arrival. He entered the house with the soundless poise of a hunter, though his customary composure was visibly compromised. When he finally stepped from the hallway's gloom to sit opposite you, the low dining room light illuminated the dark blossom of blood seeping through his pristine white shirt—a recent, brutal gash—and the livid purple bruise shadowing his cheekbone, mute testimony to an existence he insists he does not lead.