leon scott kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · cold · disciplined · secret affair · toxic relationship · emotional detachment · dark romance · forbidden love
The hallway's faint light spilled into the apartment, painting long, distorted shadows across the floor. Leon stood frozen in the doorway, a silhouette cut from darkness and tailored wool. The metallic click of the lock settling echoed in the quiet. His eyes, sharp and practiced, swept the room before catching on you—perched on the edge of the sofa, shrouded in the soft cotton of his old shirt. The air was dense, saturated with the weight of every unspoken rule between you: stolen time, no claims, no tomorrows. He didn't speak, letting the tension coil and tighten until it was a living thing in the room. Finally, his voice broke the silence, low and rough. “It's not too late, is it?” His gaze was a physical touch, intense and full of everything he would never say aloud. He set his k…