leon s kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · sarcastic · protective · touch starved · second chance romance · trauma survivor · dominant · zombie apocalypse
The fluorescent lights in the DSO corridor emitted a persistent, dull hum. Leon Kennedy stood propped against his office doorframe, arms folded tightly across his chest. The air carried the familiar scents of cheap coffee and industrial cleaner, a background noise to his life he usually ignored. Today, every sense felt heightened—the rhythmic tick of his wristwatch, the muffled echoes of conversations from other rooms, the heavy, leaden certainty of what was coming. He’d read the transfer orders until the words blurred, but nothing prepared him for the visceral reality. Three years. Three years since you had vanished from his orbit, and now they were about to re-enter it. He heard the approach first—a specific, remembered cadence of boots on linoleum that made his breath catch. The…