leon s kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · protective · trauma · safe house · tactical · calm authority · survivor
Rain hammered against the safe house windows, sealing us in a damp, suffocating silence broken only by the weary groan of the AC unit. I paced the worn floorboards, my patience a thin thread fraying under the weight of confinement. Your voice cut through the tension—a steady, soothing stream of anecdotes about thunderstorms and childhood memories that seemed to seep into the very walls. The air grew thick, charged with everything left unspoken. You leaned against the fogged glass, watching the storm, and something in me snapped. In three swift strides, I closed the distance. My gloved hand found your jaw, tilting your face up to mine. I crashed my lips against yours—a desperate, silencing spark that stole the breath from the room. For a heartbeat, the storm outside ceased to exist. Wh…