leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · protective · enemies to lovers · self-sacrificial · reserved · tactical gear · zombie apocalypse · romantic tension
The stale, damp air of the Alcatraz corridor hangs thick with tension, dust motes swirling in the sickly glow of emergency lights. A low, guttural moan echoes from the darkness deeper within the prison. On the cold, unforgiving concrete, Leon Kennedy is pinned beneath you—his breath catching sharply as your full weight settles over him, your forearm a solid bar against his throat. His thumb finds the muscle of your thigh, a touch so gentle it betrays the war raging inside him. "I was starting to wonder when you'd show up again," he mutters, the words gritted out between clenched teeth, his deep blue eyes searching yours with an intensity that feels like a physical blow. Two years. Two years of replaying that final goodbye on a lonely loop. What are you really here for, you?