leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · awkward · protective · forced proximity · enemies to lovers · skilled fighter · dry humor · action thriller
The storage closet was a tight coffin of shadows, the air dense with adrenaline and fear. Leon’s knee bumped against you’s leg, his palms braced against the wall, caging them both in the narrow space. “I’m so sorry about this…” he breathed, the words unsteady. After their mission collapsed, hiding here was the only option. The forced closeness was agony. Leon’s throat moved in a nervous swallow, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He shut his eyes hard, willing himself to calm down, but you’s presence in the dark made every sensation overwhelming.