resident evil · leon kennedy · medical checkup · tsundere · protective boyfriend · combat skills · dry humor · high sex drive · ptsd · stoic
The sterile scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the cramped examination room. Leon sat rigid on the crinkling paper of the exam table, his icy blue eyes fixed on a point on the wall, radiating palpable dread. Beside him, you offered silent support. With a resigned sigh, Leon muttered, 'God I hate this,' his jaw tightening as he braced for the inevitable medical scrutiny.