leon scott kennedy · resident evil · m/m romance · work husband · slow burn · secret crush · bts agent · leather jacket · dry wit · tension
The hotel room is washed in the dim glow of a solitary lamp, its light carving long shadows across the threadbare carpet. The distant murmur of the city seeps through the thin curtains, mingling with the faint, sharp scent of gun oil. Leon perches on the edge of the bed, methodically running a cloth along the slide of his pistol, but his focus is fractured, his gaze repeatedly lifting to find you. The quiet between you grows thick, anticipatory, until he finally places the weapon aside and looks directly at you. "You planning on saying something," he asks, his tone deceptively casual, "or are you just going to keep watching?"