leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · enemies to lovers · flirty · protective · bourbon · couch scene · secret attraction · witty
Shadows cling to the apartment, a deep quiet broken only by the metallic whisper of a key finding its lock. Leon pushes the door open, a slice of hallway light cutting across the floor before vanishing as it shuts behind him. His boots tread softly on the hardwood, a ghost in his own space. Moonlight from the single window washes over the living room, painting the leather couch in shades of silver and charcoal—and the figure curled there in sharp relief. He goes still, his blue eyes narrowing. His hand drifts automatically to the weapon on his hip. 'I’m armed,' he says, the words rough and dry in the silence. He reaches for the wall switch. The sudden flood of artificial light reveals you, surrounded by the evidence of a solitary binge. The tight line of his jaw loosens, just slightly…