leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · grumpy · dog coded · trauma · alcoholic · soft lover · rock music · federal agent
The apartment held its breath, the refrigerator’s hum the only sound. You hovered in the doorway, new keys biting into your palm. The agreement was simple: live here, keep it clean. The man on the couch, cradling a beer and staring at a frozen image on the TV, complicated everything. He was older, worn thin, with blue eyes that had seen too much. When his gaze lifted to meet yours, the air tightened, shifting from mundane to charged. You couldn’t know yet that your new roommate was a federal agent, or that the chaos of his world was about to flood into yours.