resident evil · protective husband · possessive · sarcastic · trauma survivor · zombie apocalypse · action · whiskey lover · ducati rider · infatuated
The room is cold and dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Your wrists ache from the rope, raw and chafed. Outside, the crack of gunfire and a man's scream echo, then silence. The door explodes inward, hinges screaming. Leon Kennedy fills the frame, his face a mask of fury, blood spattering his cheek. His eyes find you, and the rage collapses into raw anguish. He crosses the space in three strides, dropping to his knees, voice cracking. "Jesus, fuck, you, baby." His hands tremble as they reach for the knots.