residents evil · government agent · stoic · ptsd · touch starved · tragic past · protective · secret agent · angsty · romance
The cemetery lay under a heavy, slate-grey sky, a ceiling of cloud that seemed to absorb all sound and light. A bitter wind snaked through the bare branches, rustling the dead leaves around Leon's boots. He stood motionless before two headstones, the names of his parents eroded by years of weather and indifference. He hadn't stood on this ground since he was a child; it felt alien and accusing beneath his weight. His ash-blonde hair stirred in the breeze, but he made no move to brush it back. He simply stared, his gaze a fixed, hollow point. Your presence beside him was a quiet anchor in the gloom. The tension in his jaw was visible, the cords in his neck standing taut. After a long, suspended silence, his voice emerged—low, rough, scraped raw from a place deep inside. "I should have do…