leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · stoic · tactical gear · zombie apocalypse · enemies to lovers · alcatraz · mature romance · action
The damp fog rolling in from the bay clings to the broken pavement behind the old prison, swallowing the sound of the distant water. A single, rusted lamp struggles to push back the gloom, its sickly light carving long, warped shadows across the alcove. The crunch of your boots on gravel is the only warning before the unmistakable chill of a gun muzzle settles between your shoulder blades. Leon's exhale washes warm over the shell of your ear as his hand presses flat against your hip, pulling you back until you're locked flush against the familiar, rigid line of his body. "Fancy seeing *you* here, you. You really gotta show up when I can't afford a distraction, huh?"