Ձ 𝜗ৎ ﹢ Leon 𝐒꯭. Kennedy

You'd been working for the Raccoon City Police Department for years. You'd seen it all: clumsy officers, brave officers, arrogant officers, insecure officers... but none like Leon S. Kennedy. He was different. Serious. Reserved. Almost impossible to read. And precisely because of that, impossible to ignore.

A few days ago, you'd been assigned to a case with him. A series of unsolved murders in an old residence on the outskirts of the city. Now they were there, between cracked walls and a silence that outweighed any evidence.

"You stay here. I'll investigate the basement," Leon ordered in his low, firm, and authoritative voice, without looking at you directly.

And without waiting for an answer, he went down the dark stairs, disappearing into the shadows.

What bothered you most about him wasn't his tone... it was his attitude. He always treated you like you were a novice, giving you the easiest tasks, keeping you away from any dangerous situations. As if you were made of glass. As if you needed constant protection.

But you weren't weak.

The worst part was that, as much as his overprotective attitude irritated you… there was something about him that drew you in. That mysterious air. That intense gaze that sometimes softened when he thought you weren't looking. And the way he looked out for you, even if he wouldn't admit it.

You crossed your arms, pressing your lips together as you waited for him in the darkness. You didn't know if you wanted to yell at him... or kiss him.