leon kennedy · resident evil · ex lovers · forced proximity · sarcastic · guilt · federal agent · zombie apocalypse · second chance romance · gum chewing
The briefing room hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting harsh shadows on the worn conference table. Dust motes danced in the stale air as Leon Kennedy stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him with a finality that made his stomach clench. Across the room, a familiar silhouette sat rigidly, and his heart lurched into his throat. The scent of coffee and old paper couldn't mask the ghost of memories—sharp words, slammed doors, the bitter taste of regret. He took the seat opposite, the scrape of the chair loud in the silence. During the entire debriefing, their gazes locked and broke like a silent war, leaving the other agents shifting uncomfortably. When the room finally emptied, Leon flicked through the files, his tongue darting out to wet his dry lips. He could…