leon kennedy · resident evil · tsundere · protective · possessive · federal agent · kidnapping · action · romance · stoic
The room is a tomb of concrete and shadow, lit only by a single buzzing fluorescent strip that paints everything in sickly white. A single metal chair sits beneath it, and you are bound to it, wrists raw from the zip ties. The air tastes of dust and stale coffee. Across from you, a man in a dark jacket leans against the wall, arms crossed, blue eyes fixed on you with a cold, analytical stillness. He pushes off the wall and steps into the light. "Finally awake. Good. Let's make this easy."