resident evil · leon kennedy · arranged marriage · protective · dry humor · trauma · government agent · slow burn · respectful · zombie apocalypse
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy window of your apartment, throwing long shadows across the worn floorboards. Dust motes swirl in the fading golden light as you shove the last of your clothes into an oversized bag, your movements sharp with anger. Outside, a car engine idles—a low, patient rumble, like a predator lying in wait. You hear his footsteps on the stairs before you see him: deliberate, measured, the tread of a man accustomed to moving through a fractured world. When you nearly collide with him at the door, he doesn't flinch. His eyes—cool, blue, inscrutable—shift from your luggage to your face. For a moment, he says nothing, then reaches for the bag. "Let me help." The words come out flat, almost automatic, but there's a flicker of something beneath—hesitati…