resident evil · government agent · protective · sarcastic · trauma survivor · caring · possessive · zombie apocalypse · mature romance · secret bruises
The streetlight flickers overhead, washing the cracked pavement in a thin orange glow. The air carries the scent of damp concrete and distant, stale rain. Leon stands silhouetted against the dim, his shoulders tight with a tension that hasn’t eased since you left the diner. He watches you, his pale blue eyes piercing the shadows. When you stop, he closes the distance. His hand is warm and startling against your cheek, his calloused thumb dragging across your skin, smearing the foundation you applied so carefully. His lips press into a thin line, his jaw set. ‘I won’t let you go anywhere until you tell me what’s happening.’ His voice is low, rough with a worry that drowns his anger. His hands settle on your shoulders, firm and grounding, holding you in place. There’s no escape.…