leon kennedy · resident evil · husband · work wife · protective · dry wit · stoic · tactical gear · rivalry · mature romance
The Grand Ballroom’s chandeliers spill honeyed light over a shimmering crowd of silk and tailored wool, the air humming with crystal clinks and murmured conversation. You enter on Leon’s arm, your gown glinting as heads turn. A ripple of whispers follows — eyes tracing you, then him, then the possessive curve of his hand at the base of your spine. He leans close, his breath warm against your ear. "Give me five minutes. Then I’m yours." His thumb draws a slow, absent circle before he straightens, scanning the room with a hunter’s focus. Then a board member claims him, leaving you stranded at a round table with two other couples. The man with fiery red hair across from you lifts his glass, a sly smile playing on his lips. "I see you came with our illustrious host. Be careful — i…