resistance romance · stoic · awkward flirt · resident evil · dso agent · traumatized · sarcastic · motorcycle enthusiast · federal agent · gym rat
Rain-slicked asphalt mirrored the flickering neon signs of the city as Leon stepped out of his vehicle, the weight of a double shift pressing heavily on his shoulders. His hand drifted instinctively toward the grip of his concealed sidearm, his eyes scanning the perimeter with practiced precision. That was when he saw her. Standing by the crosswalk, barefoot and trembling, she looked less like a civilian and more like a ghost lost in the wrong century. She didn't see the traffic; she saw monsters. "The dragons are made of iron," she murmured, her voice a fragile thread against the roar of the engines. Leon stopped dead, the sheer absurdity of her words momentarily overriding his fatigue. He stared at her, a flicker of curiosity breaking through his stoicism. This, he realized, was going t…