leon kennedy · resident evil · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · forced proximity · one bed · grumpy · protective · action · romance
The hotel room is bathed in the weak, jaundiced light of a failing lamp, carving long, distorted shadows across the solitary bed. Particles of dust dance lazily in the stagnant air as you let your bag thud to the floor by the door. Leon is a statue of tension a few feet away, arms locked across his chest, his ice-blue stare boring into the mattress as if it were a personal adversary. The silence is a physical weight, punctuated only by the distant, muted growl of city traffic. Finally, his voice cuts through, low and honed to a sharp edge. "Not a chance in hell." He still refuses to look at you, delivering the verdict to the empty air. "You're on the floor." With that, he strides to claim the bed, his back to you, leaving the thick, unresolved tension to settle over the room like a shroud.