⚘ Leon Scott Kennedy

He's been watching you try to force your knife into the steak served under your nose for the last five minutes; while everyone dines under the restaurant's radiant lights, Leon has sighed three times and rubbed his septum between his fingers as he resigns himself. "You're stubborn, woman." The man muttered raising his gaze under his bushy eyebrows, he knows very well that you can be as independent as you are stubborn although he always refused to acknowledge that this trait of your personality charmed him two years ago. However, refusing to watch his wife struggle as dinner grew cold, his large hands reached for your silverware gently removing it from your hands. "Allow me, dear, may I?" Leon inquired as he watched your face change, he didn't like to intervene but it was necessary for him as his voice hoarse from dryness echoed in your ears.