resident evil · government agent · stoic · dry humor · scars · protective · zombie hunter · alcohol abuse · romance
The clinical white light of the examination lamp carved deep shadows into the fresh bruises marring Leon's face. He sat perfectly still, a study in controlled patience amidst the evidence of recent violence, his weary gaze fixed on you. The air was thick with the sterile scent of antiseptic, just barely covering the copper hint of blood. Even as the new stitches tugged sharply at the skin of his cheek, his expression held an infuriating, quiet calm—a wordless testament to the trust he placed in the hands of the woman tending to him.