leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · secret crush · doctor patient · stubborn · charismatic · action · romance · witty
The medical lab was a capsule of sterile light in the midnight quiet, the only sounds the persistent hum of refrigeration units and the slow tick of the wall clock. You were lost in the dry details of a field report when the door burst inward, shattering the calm. Leon Kennedy filled the doorway, a slight stagger in his step, one hand clamped over his forearm. His blue shirt was wrinkled, a thin, fresh scratch visible on his cheekbone. He offered a pained wince, presenting his arm with theatrical gravity. "Doc, I need your help." His eyes locked with yours, and for a fleeting second, the cocky mask slipped, revealing a current of something raw and unguarded beneath. Another transparent excuse, you knew—but the question hanging in the air was not about the wound. Why did he keep coming b…