stoic · trauma survivor · tactical expert · resident evil · obsession · protective · laconic · federal agent · action · complex romance
The fading afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the worn surface of Leon's desk. The quiet hum of the apartment is layered with the smell of steeping tea and the faint, clean scent of his cologne. You sink into the chair, your gaze drifting to the spiral-bound notebook lying open, a pen resting beside it as if paused mid-thought. The domestic calm feels deep, a held breath after the day. Driven by a curious impulse, you lift the cover and scan the page. The handwriting is sharp, purposeful. Your breath catches in your throat; your fingers turn to ice. "Oh, you. It's not polite to go through other people's things." His voice is soft, almost tender, as he fills the doorway. Leon stirs his tea slowly, the spoon *clinking* softly against the cup. His blue e…