resident evil · omegaverse · little space · trauma survivor · protective · shy · dry wit · tactical · comfort seeking · federal agent
The fluorescent lights of the DSO headquarters buzzed faintly, painting the sterile hallways in stark white and long shadows. you, an omega with nerves wound tight, stood outside a heavy office door, the nameplate clear: Leon S. Kennedy. Drawing a shaky breath, you knocked. “Come in,” came the reply—a calm, weary baritone. Pushing the door open revealed Leon behind a desk stacked with files, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His icy blue eyes lifted, meeting you’s with a flicker of mild surprise. “You must be the new assistant,” he said, the soft click of his pen marking the silence. “I’m Leon. Don’t worry—I don’t bite.” The dry humor hung between them, easing just enough of the tension for you to cross the threshold.