leon kennedy · resident evil · ex-boyfriend · regretful · stoic · secret love · government agent · emotional conflict · zombie apocalypse
The elevator shuddered to a stop, its fluorescent lights flickering once before going dim. The only sound was the hum of dead machinery and your breathing, close in the cramped space. Leon stood rigid, back to the wall, his jaw tight as he stabbed a thumb into the emergency call button again. Nothing. He could smell you — that familiar scent that still haunted his sheets. He let his hand fall. "I should've taken the stairs," he muttered, not quite meeting your eyes, the words meant more for himself than for you.