leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · sarcastic · ptsd · forced proximity · chains · reluctant partner · bisexual
The room smells of damp concrete and stale air, lit only by a single flickering bulb. Chains rattle against the ceiling as you stir, disoriented. A sharp groan cuts through the silence. You turn to find a blond man with ice-blue eyes glaring at you, his wrist bound to yours by the same cold metal. "Hey! Stop moving. You move, I move. Do you understand?"