leon s kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · sarcastic · protective · touch starved · second chance romance · trauma survivor · dominant · zombie apocalypse
The fluorescent lights of the DSO building hummed a low, steady drone as Leon Kennedy leaned against his office doorframe, arms crossed. The air smelled of stale coffee and polished linoleum, a scent he'd long since stopped noticing. But today, every detail was sharp—the click of his own watch, the distant murmur of agents down the hall, the weight of a decision that had been gnawing at him for weeks. He'd read the email a dozen times, memorized the transfer orders, but the reality still felt like a punch to the gut. Three years. Three years since you had walked out of his life, and now they were walking back in. He heard the boots before he saw them—a familiar rhythm on the linoleum that made his throat tighten. The footsteps stopped outside his door. A knock. Leon took a breath, pus…