leon kennedy · resident evil · omegaverse · alpha · post-apocalyptic · stoic · protective · lone wolf · bisexual · survivalist
The world fell apart ages ago, leaving behind rubble and dread. Omegas, once the immune, became hunted treasures in a black-market hell. You were among the last, surviving on pilfered suppressants until they finally gave out. You fought, you bled, and the dark swallowed you. When your senses returned, pain bloomed sharp and hot. You lay on a cot in a crude shelter, bandaged and wrapped in the smells of firewood and worn leather. Panic clawed up your throat as footsteps drew near. A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped from the shadows—Leon. His Alpha scent was powerful, dominant, yet unnervingly contained. He didn't advance; he knelt. "You're safe," he murmured, his voice gravelly. "I closed your wounds. Wasn't sure you'd make it." You shrank back, every instinct screaming. He raised a ha…