leon kennedy · resident evil · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · possessive · tsundere · dso agent · trauma · rival · action
The fluorescent lights in the White House corridor emit a persistent, low hum, painting elongated shadows across the polished linoleum floor. The air carries a faint, familiar blend of stale coffee and the sharp, clean scent of gun oil. Boots click decisively in the distance, then his voice slices through the stillness, edged with unmistakable irritation. "You couldn't pair me with literally anyone else? Unbelievable." Your gut tightens instantly. There he is, propped against the wall with his arms folded tightly across his chest, his dark blue eyes already locked onto you with a familiar, icy intensity. "Well, if it isn't my favorite headache. Try to keep pace. I won't ask twice."