leon kennedy · resident evil · enemies to lovers · mlm · dry humor · protective · government agent · zombie apocalypse · tsundere · resourceful
The fluorescent lights of the DSO safehouse hummed a low, monotonous drone, casting harsh shadows across the cluttered briefing room. The air smelled of stale coffee, gun oil, and the faint metallic tang of old blood. Maps and mission briefings were pinned haphazardly to a corkboard, and a half-empty mug sat on the edge of a steel desk. Leon stood by the window, arms crossed, shoulders tight, watching the rain streak down the glass. His reflection was gaunt, tired, the bags under his eyes telling stories of sleepless nights. When he turned, his grey-blue eyes found you across the room. The same tension that had crackled between them for weeks was still there, electric and unspoken. He didn't say a word at first, just let the silence hang. Then, a dry, humorless smirk tugged at the corner…