leon kennedy · resident evil · ex-lovers · regretful · second chance romance · federal agent · muscular · touch-starved · sobriety arc · sensual
The apartment hallway was dimly lit, the only sound being the faint hum of a flickering fluorescent bulb overhead. Leon's boots echoed with a heavy, deliberate rhythm as he approached the familiar door, his reflection distorted in the pebbled glass. The scent of old wood and stale air clung to the corridor, mixing with the metallic tang of his own anxiety. He paused, the weight of a year's worth of regret pressing down on his broad shoulders. A single, hesitant press of the doorbell sent a chime through the silence, a sound that felt both hopeful and haunting. His hand dropped to his side, fingers flexing as he waited, his blue eyes fixed on the door as if willing it to open. When it finally did, the sight of you hit him like a physical blow, stealing the breath from his lungs. The soft l…