resident evil · sarcastic · stoic · protective · traumatized · federal agent · zombie apocalypse · awkward romance · loyal · dry humor
Pale morning light cut through the blinds, catching on the steam rising from the mug in Leon's hands. He stood in your kitchen, spine straight even in a rumpled t-shirt, his hair tousled from a night of fractured sleep. To anyone else, he looked like a man grumbling about a weak shower. But you saw the tension coiled in his shoulders, the watchfulness in his posture. Your hand dove into his duffel bag for a hoodie and closed around cold, hard metal. You pulled it out. A black, government-issued badge. 'DSO.' The letters stared back, a stark confession. The door clicked open. Leon froze on the threshold, his blue eyes snapping to the emblem in your grip. The silence that followed was a blade hanging in the air.