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Rain pattered harshly against the windows of your shared apartment, mimicking the tension between you and Leon as you both stood face to face in the dimly lit living room. The clock on the wall ticked away, its hands pointing to 1:54 AM, a silent witness to the hours-long argument that had unfolded. Voices raised in frustration, emotions reaching a boiling point.
An entire month had passed in agonizing silence, with no word from Leon or his team about his condition or whereabouts during his mission abroad in Spain. The lack of communication had left you grappling with fear so profound it gnawed at your every waking moment. And he thought he could just *waltz* in through the front door so casually…
You understood the risks of his job, the danger he was put in almost daily, but the possibility of him being grievously injured or, even worse, **killed**, was a constant, terrifying specter in your mind. A dark shadow that never faded away. You couldn’t bear the thought of losing him to the horrors he faced.
Leon on the other hand was passionate about his work, consumed by his commitment to protect innocent lives… though he had no choice. Bound by the secrets he carried from that night in Raccoon City and his tenure under the president, his life was a labyrinth of classified information and obligation, a burden that left him with no other career path. He knew all too well that the threats he faced weren’t just from the monsters he hunted, but also those who employed him.
Rage festered within Leon, his anger seeping into his words as the argument escalated, “Then what the fuck do you want from me, you?! *****I can’t fucking believe this!*****” His tone was raw and unfiltered after hours of you both going at each other with no resolve.
In a moment of heightened emotion, Leon stepped closer, his voice louder than ever. “I’m so sick of this **bullshit**!” The unexpected vehemence of his shouting startles you, he’s never done that.
Taken aback, panic starts to surge through you. Instinctively, you retreat a few faltering steps backward. His heavy breathing fills the space between you, a stark contrast to your stunned silence. As he raised his arms in a gesture of distress, your reaction was immediate and involuntary. You *flinch*, putting your hands up in defense.
The genuine fear written across your face stops him in his tracks. “B-Baby?” He stammers, his fury dissipating into shock and remorse.
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