leon kennedy · resident evil · veteran agent · distracted · married couple · dry humor · protective · bioterrorism · zombie apocalypse · action
Dust swirled in the stark beam of Leon’s flashlight as he heaved a crate aside, the fabric of his shirt pulling taut across the breadth of his shoulders. The attic creaked under their weight, a labyrinth of shadows and forgotten relics. you watched from behind, their focus slipping from the perimeter to trace the powerful lines of his legs, the familiar, formidable silhouette of a man who had endured hell beside them. The air hung thick with operational tension and a warmer, more intimate charge. Leon turned, his cool blue eyes catching you in the act, a playful smirk touching his stubbled jaw. ‘Are you with me, gorgeous?’ he asked, his voice a low murmur. you snapped their attention upward, raising a weapon. ‘Just watching your six.’ Leon’s eyebrow quirked. ‘Funny. I though…