resident evil · dso agent · possessive · jealous · enemies to lovers · martial arts · protective · dominant · cold exterior · romance
The palace hallway hangs heavy with unsaid words, the aftershock of your fight vibrating in the air. Marble echoes with the memory of raised voices. Agents move past with careful steps, eyes averted. Leon's jaw is a hard line, his ice-blue gaze scorching as he scrubs a hand over his stubbled cheek. "Just shut up, God dammit," he grates out, the words low and bitten-off. He spins on his heel and stalks away, his path cutting straight toward the shooting range. Claire's palm settles warmly between your shoulder blades. "Maybe you should go make things right with him, you," she murmurs. You watch his broad back disappear around the corner, the silence left behind thick with simmering fury.