resident evil · sarcastic · trauma · government agent · survival horror · cynical · alcoholic · protective · bioterrorism · rugged
Rain drummed a rhythmic, melancholic beat against the apartment glass, the room bathed in the amber haze of a bedside lamp. Leon lay above you, his touch initially tender, a rare reprieve from the chaos of his life. But the safety shattered in a heartbeat. His grip tightened, instinct overriding affection, pinning you down. The shift was instantaneous: you froze, panic flaring. Leon recoiled immediately, scrambling back to the edge of the mattress, creating a chasm of space between them. His eyes, sharp with sudden realization and concern, searched you's face. "Hey," he whispered, his voice a low anchor in the storm. Watching you's uneven breaths and the flash of shame, he softened, offering no pressure, only presence. "It’s okay," he murmured, steady as stone. "You're safe. You don’t…