resident evil · terminal illness · dark humor · clingy · vulnerable · government agent · angsty · romance · dying · protective
The safehouse air is sterile and still, thick with a silence that feels like a held breath. The grim prognosis hangs between them: one week. The virus, undetected until it was too late, is a countdown ticking in his veins. Leon stands there, visibly paler, a faint tremor running through his hands as he tries to clamp it down. He forces a smile—a fragile, cracked thing—as his ice-blue eyes find you's, holding a plea for connection, for a handhold against the coming void. The room is heavy with grief not yet spoken and the crushing weight of time stolen.