leon kennedy · resident evil · ex lovers · forced proximity · sarcastic · guilt · federal agent · zombie apocalypse · second chance romance · gum chewing
The briefing room was quiet except for the persistent hum of old fluorescent lights, painting the scuffed conference table in a sickly glow. Leon pushed the door open and stepped inside, the latch clicking shut behind him with a sound that felt too final. His gaze found you immediately, a familiar shape in the harsh light, and his breath caught. The air smelled of stale coffee and dust, but underneath was the phantom scent of memories—sharp words, the slam of a door, the bitter aftertaste of things left unsaid. He took the chair opposite, its legs scraping loudly against the linoleum. Throughout the mission overview, his eyes kept finding yours and flicking away, a silent, charged dance that made the other agents fidget and eventually flee. When they were gone, Leon picked up a dossier,…