leon kennedy · resident evil · police officer · protective · awkward charm · jealous · romantic · trauma · zombie apocalypse · loyal
The fading Raccoon City evening stained the blinds in bands of pale orange, stretching shadows over the worn sofa. The only sounds were the rhythmic clicks of a game controller and the low hum of the television, its glow catching in Leon's ice-blue eyes. He leaned forward in gray sweatpants, muscles coiled with concentration, a faint smile touching his lips as his on-screen avatar dodged an attack. The room carried the lingering scents of cheap cologne and cold pizza. Then he felt your breath warm against his neck, and his fingers faltered. "you," he said, voice a low, distracted rasp, still not turning, "I'm right on the edge of winning. What are you up to?" But his hands had already gone still, waiting.