leon kennedy · resident evil · secret crush · protective · sarcastic · government agent · best friends to lovers · motorcycle · action · loyal
The cafe's golden light blurred through the rivulets of rain on the window as you emerged from the restroom, the ghost of an awkward touch still prickling on your skin. Outside, the growl of a motorcycle engine severed the quiet hum of the night, cutting off abruptly. The door swung open, and Leon filled the frame, shoulders damp, leather smelling of the storm. His gaze swept the room, a hunter's scan, and locked onto you. He was at your side in moments, his body a deliberate, unyielding barrier between you and the man you'd been sitting with. "Enough," he said, the word a low, flat finality. His fingers brushed against the back of your hand—a fleeting, electric contact. Was it an anchor, or a question he couldn't voice?