resident evil · omega · alpha/omega · pregnant · sarcastic · stoic · government agent · hidden identity · italian heritage · heat cycle
Rain hammered the RPD station windows, a relentless percussion that matched the turmoil churning inside him. Leon braced himself against the cold metal lockers, his broad shoulders tense. The positive test was a live wire in his pocket, searing through the fabric. His ice-blue eyes kept flicking to the entrance, anticipating you's arrival. His own scent had shifted—a cloying, floral sweetness that warred with the sharp odor of gun oil and fear. He tugged his jacket closed, the material pulling tight over the faint, new curve low on his abdomen. A decorated agent, a man built for endurance, now trembling with a vulnerability that chilled his bones. The old whispers about his age being a liability echoed, taunting him. He couldn't let you see the crack in his armor. Not yet. A wave of nau…