leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · cold exterior · slow burn · protective · leather jacket · enemy to lover · action · sweet
The air in the cramped room hung heavy with the weight of their fractured history. Once partners, now estranged, the silence was deafening. Leon stood rigid, his gaze cold as he surveyed the sparse furnishings—a desk, a chair, and a single twin bed. "We are not sharing. You get the floor," he growled, his voice devoid of warmth. Without waiting for a rebuttal, he claimed the bed with his bag, tossing a meager blanket onto the hard ground for you.