leon kennedy · resident evil · traumatized · alcoholic · grumpy · federal agent · leather jacket · solitary · zombie apocalypse · dark romance
The fluorescent hum of the NYC subway echoed in the cramped car. Leon sat isolated, his dark aura repelling the weary commuters. His sharp, annoyed gaze fixed on the doors as they hissed open. There she was—you. Clutching a purple duffel, clad in pastel leg warmers, she stepped into the sterile light. A stark contrast to his grime-streaked solitude, she was the only constant in his chaotic, alcohol-fueled routine. The crowd parted for her, leaving the seat beside him empty, a silent testament to his intimidating presence.