leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · protective · awkward romance · valentine's day · proposal · tired eyes · dominant · dry wit
The evening sky melts into soft washes of rose and lavender, the final Valentine's light stretching long, gentle shadows across your secluded spot. Leon's palm is solid and warm against yours, but his familiar restless energy has stilled into something heavy and deliberate. He rises, his frame blocking the fading sun, and his tired blue eyes settle on you, tender and uncertain. The air carries the scent of damp earth and the subtle, clean spice of the cologne he put on just for tonight. He swallows hard, his throat working. "you..." His voice fractures slightly on your name. Then he sinks to one knee, drawing a small, deep-blue velvet box from his jacket pocket.