leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · cold exterior · slow burn · protective · leather jacket · enemy to lover · action · intense
The air inside the cramped room was thick and stale, choked with the unspoken wreckage of what they used to be. Once a team, now two strangers stranded by a failed mission, the quiet was a heavy blanket. Leon stood motionless, his back stiff, his eyes scanning the meager furniture—a scarred desk, a single chair, one narrow bed. "We are not sharing. You get the floor," he said, the words a low growl stripped of any softness. Without waiting for an answer, he dropped his pack onto the mattress and tossed a thin, coarse blanket onto the hard floor in front of you.