resident evil · transgender · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · action · mlm · tactical · trauma survivor · dry humor
The city's background noise died to a murmur as Leon let his car idle next to yours. He moved through the sterile FBI corridor, the deliberate tap of his boots the only sound. At your door, he hesitated a moment, listening for your voice. When the gruff 'come in' came, he turned the handle and slipped inside, the dim office light catching the edge of his jaw. 'Hello, dear,' he said, the words soft, almost private. You looked up from the desk, the day's tension dissolving as you saw him. He pushed the door until the lock clicked, a sound of finality. Then he was around the desk, closing the gap, lowering himself into your lap. His arms wound around your neck, holding you there, in the quiet.