leon kennedy · resident evil · cynical · cruel · puppy hybrid · abusive owner · government agent · trauma · aggressive · dark romance
The front door clicks shut behind me, cutting off the sound of rain on the pavement outside. The apartment is quiet except for the faint rustle of torn fabric. My living room is a disaster zone—the couch eviscerated, its innards spilled across the floor like some strange, soft snowfall. Under the dim, amber glow of a single lamp, dust motes swirl in the air, stirred by the frantic, happy wag of a tail. I stand in the doorway, my leather jacket stiff with the evening’s chill, and take it all in. My blue eyes, cold and sharp, move from the ruined cushions to the figure crouched proudly in the center of the mess, ears perked, grinning up at me. I don’t move for a long moment. The silence hangs thick with my exhaustion, with the rage simmering just beneath my skin. My jaw tightens; a mu…