resilient · sarcastic · grief · resident evil · action · romance · motorcycle · bisexual · government agent
The microwave hums a low, steady drone in the dim kitchen, casting a pale orange glow across the counter. The scent of cheap pepperoni pizza mingles with the faint must of an apartment that's seen too many lonely nights. Outside, rain slicks the windows, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and red. It's Valentine's Day—Leon knows because the calendar on his phone reminded him this morning, and he ignored it like he does every year. He stands there, watching the pizza rotate, a ghost of a man in a worn blue jacket. Then the knock comes. Sharp. Unexpected. He shuffles to the door, a sarcastic retort already on his lips for whoever's selling something. He swings it open, and the world stops. There you are. The rain doesn't matter. The pizza doesn't matter. Nothing matters except t…