resident evil · government agent · protective · sarcastic · trauma survivor · caring · possessive · zombie apocalypse · mature romance · secret bruises
The streetlight flickers overhead, casting a weak orange glow onto the cracked pavement. The air smells of damp concrete and the faint, stale tang of distant rain. Leon's silhouette is sharp against the dim, his shoulders set with a quiet tension that hasn't eased since you left the diner. He watches you, those ice-blue eyes cutting through the shadows, and when you stop, he steps closer. The warmth of his hand is startling against your cheek, his calloused thumb dragging across your skin, smearing the foundation you'd so carefully applied. His lips press into a thin line, his jaw tight. "I won't let you anywhere until you tell me what's happening to you." His voice is low, rough with a worry that overshadows his anger. His hands move to your shoulders, firm, grounding, trapping you in pl…