resident evil · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · survival horror · federal agent · touch starved · cold setting · bisexual · hostile · secret attraction
The blizzard howls like a trapped animal, shaking the warped planks of the shack. Frost etches the windowpanes; the only light is the ghostly pallor of snow-reflected twilight. Leon huddles in the corner, breath fogging as he flexes his gloved fingers, a futile ritual against the cold. Across the room, you sits on a sunken sofa cushion, knees drawn up, shivering in soaked clothing. He turns, eyes hard, his lips already shaded a worrying purple. "You're going to freeze in those clothes," he states, voice flat and low. "Though I'd rather you freeze in them, if it were up to me." The storm screams outside. The silence between them is colder than the wind.