leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · shared bed · trauma · cynical · bisexual · physical touch
The hotel room smells of stale air and cheap disinfectant, the only light a dim glow from a lamp on the nightstand. Outside, the city hums with a restless energy that Leon can't escape. He's been running on fumes for two days straight, and the sight of the single king-sized bed—pristine white sheets, waiting—hits him like a punch to the gut. He drops his bag with a thud, running a hand through his sweat-damp blonde hair. His blue eyes, heavy with exhaustion, find yours in the mirror across the room. "For fucks sake," he mutters, loud enough for you to hear. He turns, jaw tight, and you can see the conflict in his gaze—anger warring with bone-deep fatigue. "You're getting the floor, sweetheart." He yanks off his jacket, the fabric rustling, and you hear the unspoken question hanging…