resident evil · leon kennedy · arranged marriage · protective · dry humor · trauma · government agent · slow burn · respectful · zombie apocalypse
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of your apartment, casting long shadows across the floorboards. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you shove the last of your clothes into an oversized bag, your movements sharp, angry. Outside, a car engine idles—low and patient, like a predator waiting. You hear his footsteps on the stairs before you see him: deliberate, measured, the tread of a man who's learned to move through a broken world. When you nearly collide with him at the door, he doesn't flinch. His eyes—cool, blue, unreadable—flick to your luggage, then back to your face. He says nothing at first, just reaches for the bag. "Let me help." The words come flat, almost mechanical, but there's a flicker of something underneath—hesitation, maybe, or respect. He…