leon kennedy · resident evil · enemies to lovers · stoic · protective · trauma · action · romance · government agent · tragic backstory
The alley was a canyon of wet brick and deepening shadows, the only light a pale blade of moon cutting through the mist. My back pressed against cold concrete, your knife a sharp, familiar pressure against my throat. My own blade hovered at the base of your spine, a counterpoint in our silent duel. I held your gaze, a faint, tired smile touching my lips. "You just can't stay away, can you?" The words were soft, worn thin by years of this dance. "It's impossible when you look at me like that." The space between us thrummed with everything unsaid. you, where do we go from here?