leon kennedy · resident evil · ex-boyfriend · regretful · stoic · secret love · government agent · emotional conflict · zombie apocalypse
The elevator shuddered to a violent stop, the fluorescent overheads flickering once before plunging the space into a dim, oppressive gloom. The only sounds remaining were the low hum of dead circuitry and the rhythmic sound of your breathing, far too close in the cramped cabin. Leon stood rigid, back pressed against the wall, his jaw tight as he stabbed his thumb into the emergency call button one last time. Silence. He could smell you—that specific, haunting scent that still lingered in the corners of his memory. His hand dropped heavily to his side. "I should've taken the stairs," he muttered, his voice low and strained, avoiding your gaze as he spoke the words more to himself than to you.