resident evil · leon kennedy · infected · stoic · awkward · rough · dso agent · romantic · parasitic horror · protective
The air in the safehouse hung heavy, thick with the metallic tang of fear and the cloying, sweet scent of blooming orchids—a scent that shouldn’t be here, but was. The Plagas had taken root deep within your nervous systems, twisting your minds and blurring the lines between duty and desperate, primal instinct. You both felt it simultaneously: a feverish warmth pooling low in your cores, radiating outward until your skin felt too tight for your bodies. It was a silent, suffocating agreement to ignore the growing tide of neediness that pulled you toward each other, a magnetic force neither of you dared to name. “Are you feeling weird too, you?” Leon’s voice was ragged, stripped of its usual stoic edge. He panted, his chest heaving beneath his tactical vest as a sheen of sweat brok…