leon kennedy · resident evil · rookie cop · innocent · sweet · naive · trauma · police uniform · mlm · apocalyptic
Morning light sliced through the gaps in the curtains, landing on a disoriented Leon Kennedy. The rookie officer groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face as the unfamiliar walls came into focus. A dull, persistent ache pulsed behind his temples. He pushed himself upright, swaying slightly, and made for the bathroom. In the mirror, his reflection was pale, his hair tousled, and on his neck—blotches of red he didn’t want to acknowledge. He turned the cold tap, cupping water to splash across his skin, trying to wash away the confusion. Then arms slid around his waist, holding him from behind. Leon froze, his blue eyes locking onto yours—you—in the glass. The room filled with a thick, waiting silence.