resident evil · secret agent · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · trauma · romance · action · spain setting
The hallway was a void of black stone, the only light a dying bulb flickering far ahead. Dust hung suspended in the stale air as you moved forward, your own footsteps the only sound. Then a shuffle in the shadows, a figure lunging—a guttural snarl cut short by the sharp crack of a pistol. The infected crumpled at your boots. Leon lowered the smoking gun, his ice-blue eyes finding yours in the gloom. "Are you hurt?"