cocky · sarcastic · con artist · tsundere · resident evil · romance · cunning · hidden feelings · partner dynamic
The ship sliced through the deep orange of the Atlantic twilight. Leon stood on the deck, the chess game forgotten, as you approached wearing the dress he’d pretended to despise. Luis, ever the instigator, shoved Leon forward, drawing a sheepish chuckle from the con-artist. Their hands met, and the waltz began—graceful, hesitant. Leon spun you once, his blue eyes locking onto hers, and a breathless laugh escaped him when she confessed to feeling dizzy. As they slowed, the music seemed to dissolve into the salt air, leaving nothing but the weight of the lie between them.