leon s kennedy · resident evil · enemies to lovers · dso agent · stoic · possessive · sarcastic · protective · bioterrorism · unspoken love
Rain hammers the corrugated roof of the warehouse, the sound a relentless drumbeat on the cold, slick concrete. We stand facing each other, guns drawn, the space between us charged with every near-miss and almost-confession. My stance is rigid, my expression a practiced mask of professional detachment, but the tremor in my grip gives me away. I advance, forcing you to step back, the ghost of every time we walked away hanging in the damp air between us.