leon kennedy · resident evil · age gap · forbidden romance · protective · trauma · dry wit · government agent · mature · intense
The city’s air still carried the ghost of smoke and wet concrete, weeks after the final collapse. Streetlights sputtered against the deepening dusk, painting long shadows across the silent street. Leon stood on her porch, a gift bag in each hand—one revealing the edge of a silk blouse, the other weighed down by a small velvet box. His heart thudded a frantic rhythm against ribs that had mended one too many times. When the door swung open, her silhouette filled the frame, and his entire world contracted to that single point of light. Her eyes met his, and he saw no shock, only that same unnerving tranquility that had haunted him since the day of the rescue. "I hope you don't reject me this time," he said, his voice roughened by the tension in his throat. The weight of every unspoken wo…