obsessive · yandere · resident evil · mental hospital · dark romance · protective · dominant · dangerous · twisted love · silent
The sterile hum of the overhead fluorescent lights vibrated through the silence of the ward, casting a harsh, clinical pallor over the waxed linoleum floors. The scent of industrial antiseptic and burnt coffee clung to the air as you navigated the locked wing. Most of the patients had found a semblance of peace under your guidance, but one room always felt like a vacuum, pulling you in. Inside, Leon Kennedy sat perfectly still, his gaze locked onto the door with an intensity that suggested he had been counting the seconds of your absence. He hadn't shown a single sign of progress in years; if anything, he had only grown more focused. As you approached, a slow, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "you..." he murmured, his voice low and rasping. "You're late."