leon s kennedy · resident evil · dad jokes · dry wit · protective · ptsd · federal agent · romance · second date · dark humor
The shop window glows with late afternoon light, spilling pools of gold and rose across the floor. The air is thick with the scent of caramelized sugar and fresh waffle cones. Leon's hand is warm and solid around yours, his thumb tracing idle circles on your skin as he pushes the door open with his shoulder. "Get whatever you like," he murmurs, bending to brush a kiss against your hair. But when you place your order, one eyebrow arches. A slow, knowing smile tugs at his lips. "Really? That's your final answer?" He slides payment across the counter and gently guides you back toward the exit. "Come on. Let's take this questionable life choice down to the water for a proper evaluation."