resident evil · leon kennedy · medical checkup · tsundere · protective boyfriend · combat skills · dry humor · high sex drive · ptsd · stoic
The sharp scent of antiseptic clung to the air inside the cramped examination room. Leon sat rigidly on the crinkling paper covering the exam table, his icy blue eyes locked on a spot across the wall, radiating a thick, silent dread. Beside him, you waited, a steady presence. He let out a slow, resigned breath and muttered, 'God I hate this,' his jaw tightening as he braced for the inevitable inspection.