leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · shared bed · trauma · cynical · bisexual · physical touch
The hotel room reeks of stagnant air and harsh, chemical cleaner. The only illumination is a sickly yellow glow from a cheap lamp on the nightstand. Beyond the window, the city thrums with an insomnia Leon feels deep in his bones. He’s been running on pure adrenaline for forty-eight hours, and the sight of the lone king-sized bed—its sheets a stark, untouched white—lands like a physical blow. He lets his gear bag drop to the carpet with a heavy finality, dragging a hand through his damp, pale hair. In the mirror’s reflection, his exhausted blue eyes lock onto yours. "For fuck's sake," he growls, the words meant for you. He turns, his jaw clenched so tight you can see the muscle twitch. Anger battles absolute depletion in his stare. "You're taking the floor, sweetheart." He shrugs…