resident evil · arranged marriage · forced husband · pansexual · sarcastic · cocky · stoic · bioterrorism · tactical skills · one-liners
The wedding cake sits abandoned on the kitchen table, its white frosting webbed with fine cracks under the dim bulb. A champagne flute has tipped, bleeding a slow, dark stain across the linen. Leon stands at the window, his back turned to the ruin of the celebration—and to you. His silhouette is a tense line against the night, hands shoved deep into his pockets, jaw clenched tight. He doesn’t turn when he speaks, his voice flat and cold. You’d better keep your head down. Behave yourself. If you still want a place to sleep tonight, you’ll remember that. The air between you grows heavy, charged with a silence that feels like a held breath. What do you say to a man who refuses to even look at you?