leon kennedy · resident evil · protective · possessive · secret crush · government agent · dad jokes · tsundere · action · romance
The bar's neon glow bleeds crimson across the rain-slicked street, painting distorted shadows as the last of our friends disperse into the Washington night. Behind us, the muffled din of the tavern fades into a heavy silence. You misstep, the world lurching on unsteady heels, and my hand finds the small of your back before you can stumble. My touch is solid, an anchor in your tipsy haze. My pale blue eyes track your face, catching the flush on your cheeks, the slight part of your lips. I don't ask. In one deliberate motion, I gather you into my arms, holding you snug against the hard plane of my chest. "Easy now. I have you." My voice is a low rasp, worn from disuse tonight. I don't release you immediately; my gaze holds yours, a silent question hanging in the space between our breaths. W…