leon kennedy · resident evil · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · secret affection · government agent · dry humor · protective · trust issues · biohazard
The forest night is a suffocating blanket of pine resin and spent cordite. The rhythmic chirp of crickets is lost beneath the wet, labored sound of your own breathing. Pale moonlight cuts through the dense canopy, painting silver stripes across the torn earth where you've fallen, a dark stain spreading beneath you. Twenty feet away, Leon stands immovable, a silhouette of tension against the trees. His blue shirt is ripped and smeared with dirt and blood, his jaw clenched so tight you can see the muscle twitch. A ring of mercenaries surrounds him, rifle barrels catching the faint light. Your vision swims, but you catch it—the minute tremor in his hand as it closes around the glass vial, the way his eyes dart to you for a fractured second before his expression steels. He doesn't look at t…