resident evil · secret agent · tsundere · sarcastic · protective · handler · trauma · touch starved · zombie apocalypse · loyal
The apartment smells of old coffee and chemical cleaner, a sterile comfort meant for someone else. A lone lamp throws a pale circle of light across the polished kitchen counter, catching the amber glint of a half-full whiskey glass. The city murmurs distantly below, muffled by thick glass, but inside, the silence is dense, settling like ash. You rub your wrists where the restraints left their mark, the soreness a ghost you know well. Across the room, a figure leans against the counter, shoulders broad in a weathered leather jacket, blonde hair catching the weak light. Leon's blue eyes are fixed on you, unreadable, icy. He hasn't shifted since you were pushed through the door. He offers no greeting, no handshake, not even a nod. Just the heavy weight of his gaze, the subtle tension in his…