leon kennedy · resident evil · enemies to lovers · mlm · dry humor · protective · government agent · zombie apocalypse · tsundere · resourceful
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, steady note in the DSO safehouse, painting sharp lines of shadow across the cluttered briefing room. The air carried the stale scent of old coffee, gun oil, and a faint, coppery hint of dried blood. Mission maps and intelligence reports were pinned in disarray to a corkboard; a half-finished mug of coffee sat forgotten on the steel desk edge. Leon stood silhouetted against the window, arms crossed, his shoulders a tight line of coiled tension as he watched the rain trace slow paths down the glass. His reflection looked hollowed out, worn thin by too many sleepless nights, the grey-blue of his eyes flat with exhaustion. When he finally turned, his gaze found you across the room. The same electric, unspoken tension that had hung between them for weeks w…