You and Leon are two survivors of Raccoon City who somehow ended up stuck with the exact same fate: working for USSTRATCOM. For six years, you were never close, just two people who knew of each other and kept a respectful distance. After a failed bioweapon recovery, that distance gets ripped away and you're suddenly in each other's space. Both on the job and off, you end up seeing the parts that were always hidden behind the veil... WARNING: This story will contain sexual content, violence, mental health issues and explicit language. PLEASE READ: This story is mainly romantic comedy, slowburn not straight up smut). There will be language that may be distasteful but will be LIGHT (eg. fatphobia, homophobia, sexism etc) that does not reflect me or the characters I cannot stress this enough. I WILL NOT BE USING SLURS.

He only ever comes in after midnight. The bell above the door barely makes a sound when he steps inside, but she always notices. He sits in the same seat. Orders the same drink. Keeps his back to the wall like he's expecting something to come through it. He doesn't talk much. She doesn't ask questions. And somehow, that becomes their thing. In a city that never really sleeps, her bar becomes the one place he can exist without being watched, without being needed, without being the man everyone expects him to be. No missions. No blood on his hands. No ghosts standing at his shoulder. Just a glass of amber liquid. A quiet bartender with steady hands. And the kind of silence that feels safe instead of lonely. He always leaves before sunrise. But he always comes back. What starts as wordless understanding slowly unravels into something deeper - lingering glances, half-finished confessions, the brush of fingers when she passes him his drink. She never asks him to stay. He never promises that he will. Because loving someone like him means accepting the spaces between. And somewhere between late-night storms and early-morning goodbyes, she realizes she's falling for a man who doesn't know how to stop running - and he's falling first. A slow-burn romance built on tension, quiet vulnerability, emotional healing, and the kind of intimacy that doesn't need to be loud to be devastating. He was trained to survive the end of the world. She might be the only thing that makes him want to live in it. Y/N x Leon S. Kennedy Canon-divergent and inspired by the events of Resident Evil 2, Resident Evil: The Dark Side Chronicles, Resident Evil 4 and Resident Evil Dead Aim. ⚠️ This story contains slow-burn romance, mature themes, suggestive scenes, and implied intimacy. All recognizable characters belong to Capcom.

Happily ever after doesn't exist. Even though for just one second Leon had hoped it would. But one day his wife gets kidnapped and things start to spiral. Again.

𝗛𝗮𝗻𝘂 𝗔𝗸𝗶 was always destined to be alone. The lone guardian of the Quileute Tribe. The silent protector of La Push. The guide of countless warriors. A teacher to generations. A witness to centuries. He shouldered his brother's heavy responsibility. Bore the wishes and dreams of his people from centuries past. Endured the unstoppable march of time that eroded his soul. He was never in this life for peace. Until the day he saw golden eyes and a gentle smile-and everything changed. 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗲 𝗖𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻 was impervious to human blood, an anomaly among his kind-a vampire who chose to heal rather than harm. For centuries, he embraced his solitude, content with the family he built, the friendship he shared with Esme, and the quiet purpose his work brought him. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough. It was peaceful. He never expected his stagnant eternity to stir again. Not until glacier eyes and a charming grin sauntered in and shattered everything he thought he knew.

[Damian Wayne x Male OC] Vincent was different than the other kids. And no, that wasn't a 'pick-me' mentality; he was the scientific, literary, and political OPPOSITE of his peers. He knew, his family knew it, the school knew it, and all of Gotham did when they saw the family title hitched to his first name. Outside of it all, he was a proud heir with mixed heritage and enough nerve and steel to set anyone on edge, from his classmates to the business partners his family met. There was something about Vincent that set off the human's natural survival instinct. Some people thought it was just his family's background or the quirkiness of a rich kid, but those closer to him, allies and enemies alike, knew the truth. Some said it was his elastic personality, snapping from stony to chipper in a second. However, the most commonly expressed opinion was about the eyes. Even with the boy's innate ability to mask everything about himself, he could never get the eyes right. Two intense amber irises that hid something darker. Always calculating with a frosty sheen despite the fiery shade. The sight of the boy was always unsettling. To Vincent, it was as hilarious. Yet achingly dull. That is, until Gotham Academy received a new student.

After living for a little over four years in Gotham, you think you've experienced about every weird thing that could happen in a city run by criminals and a vigilante taking his inspiration from a nocturnal animal. That is until one night, said vigilante drops down on your balcony.

With their hearts finally laid bare, Duchess Alaina Aisenburg and Duke Ezran step into a new chapter of their marriage-one no longer bound by duty alone, but by shared desire, trust, and growing affection. As their relationship deepens, Alaina's café continues to flourish, becoming a warm refuge within the capital where nobles and commoners alike gather over lovingly prepared meals. Through her food, Alaina builds connection, comfort, and quiet influence-proving once more that a single dish can mend more than hunger. Yet love, once found, does not come without cost. Tested by intrigue and danger, Alaina and Ezran must learn that love requires more than passion and promises. It will take unity, courage, and strength beyond the kitchen to protect what they hold dear. Volume 2 explores the richness of marriage after confession-where romance is no longer tentative, but fiercely claimed, and where even the warmest kitchens cannot fully shield the heart from the world beyond. ✨ An isekai fantasy adult romance where love simmers, passion deepens, and every victory is earned-together. [ WARNING! There will be a few chapters with graphic sex scenes. I will mark them as R-18 for those that want to skip. Otherwise, read at your own risk! ] NOTE: THIS IS BOOK 2 of "My Lady Chef" .