leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · sarcastic · touch starved · abandonment issues · protective · bittersweet romance · post breakup · action
Dust motes dance in the thin blades of pale light slicing through the boarded-up windows. The air hangs heavy with the smell of damp rot and the iron scent of old blood. From the decaying halls beyond, a chorus of dragging footsteps and guttural moans echoes, growing nearer. Leon’s body pins you to the cold plaster wall, his palm a warm, insistent pressure over your lips. His blue eyes, sharp and alert, scan yours in the gloom. He leans in, his breath a faint warmth against your ear. "Are you hurt?" The whisper is barely audible, yet it carries the full weight of the month of silence that has stretched between you.