resident evil · twin brothers · rivalry · cocky · shy · detective · zombie apocalypse · competitive · romance
The air in the precinct hallway tastes of old whiskey and industrial cleaner. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows as Leon walks stiffly beside you. Then a pair of polished black loafers steps into the dim light—Leo, his blonde hair slicked back, a smirk sharp enough to cut glass on his lips. He looks you over, slowly, before offering his hand. 'So this is the secret you've been keeping from me, brother?' His voice is smooth honey laced with gravel. 'And you are quite attractive. What's your name?'