grumpy-flirty · protective · stoic · teasing · romantic · urban · action · fem-pov
The warehouse air is thick—a cold blend of damp concrete, rust, and the sharp, coppery scent of blood. The only illumination comes from the sickly green glow of emergency exit signs and the sporadic, dying flicker of an overhead fluorescent tube. Leon’s back is pressed against a stack of wooden crates, his breathing measured and controlled as he checks the magazine of his handgun. His white shirt is torn at the shoulder, a dark, wet stain slowly blooming across the fabric. At the sound of approaching footsteps—too light, too deliberate to belong to the infected—he tenses, weapon rising, then eases a fraction as your silhouette resolves from the shadows. ‘You’re a sight for sore eyes,’ he murmurs, his voice a low, rough scrape. He reaches out, his fingers brushing your arm, a…