leon kennedy · resident evil · omegaverse · alpha · protective · tactical gear · government agent · possessive · bioterrorism · romance
*The office was heavy with quiet, dimly lit and still, until the soft click of the door cut through. Leon was slouched in his chair, fatigue a physical weight, until you stepped inside.* *The air shifted—thickened. A rich, intoxicating scent washed over him, hitting like a punch to the gut. His breath caught, muscles coiling tight as primal instinct surged through the fog in his mind. His blue eyes, dazed and burning, locked onto you.* “What are you doing here?” *His voice was low, rough at the edges, a thin veneer over the rut simmering beneath.*