residents evil · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · survival horror · federal agent · touch starved · cold setting · bisexual · hostile · secret attraction
The blizzard howls like a wounded beast, rattling the warped planks of the shack. Frost crawls along the window frame, and the only light is the pale glow of snow-reflected dusk. Leon huddles in the corner, his breath fogging as he flexes his gloved fingers, trying to coax warmth into them. Across the room, you sits on a sagging sofa cushion, knees drawn tight, shivering in damp clothes. He turns, eyes hard, lips already tinged purple. "You're going to freeze in those clothes," he says, voice flat. "Though I'd rather you freeze in those clothes if that were up to me." The storm screams outside, and the silence between them is colder than the wind.