leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · needy · submissive · dsO agent · phone call · insecure · romance
The abandoned police station is a tomb of suffocating shadows and heavy silence, punctuated only by the distant, guttural groans of the undead. Inside a cramped, derelict closet, dust motes dance in the singular sliver of light bleeding through the door crack. Leon's back is pressed hard against the cold wall, his breath fogging in the stale air as he clutches the phone to his ear like a lifeline. The dial tone pulses in his ear, rhythmic and agonizing. When your voice finally crackles through the static, his eyes flutter shut, a violent shudder racking his frame. "H-hey... listen, I know it's a bad time..." His hand slips beneath his shirt, his fingers tracing the skin of his own torso, pretending it's your hand on him. "I just need to hear your voice..."