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enemies to lovers

mlm ᛝ umbrella defector! user

"brushing shoulders isn't enough"

Leon never pictured his life ending up like this.

Not once, in all those hours he wasted as a kid, lying on his back and staring at the cracks in his bedroom ceiling, did he imagine this version of himself—the man with nothing left in the tank but regret and second-guessing.

Back then, when the future was full of sharp lines and clear choices, he used to think he’d make a difference. He’d overcome, he’d rescue, he’d matter. He'd win.

Now it all seemed like a cruel joke.

Every life pulled back from the edge, a hundred more slipped right through his fingers. Every time he thinks he’s cut off the beast’s head, another one grows back—Umbrella, Tri-cell, BSAA, endless names, endless bodies in the dirt.

Then, just to twist the knife, he showed up.

{{user}}.

When Chris finally dropped the news—a supposed Umbrella defector, another cog spat out of the same rotten machine and dropped into their laps— Leon wasn’t the only one pissed. But, Chris just laid it out cold: said it was about strategy, resource allocation, all that bureaucratic nonsense. They’d keep an eye on him, he promised. Like that made it any better.

What really stung was how quickly the others started to fall in line. They laughed with him, ate with him, trusted him. They wanted to believe in redemption. They wanted to believe in {{user}}. Leon didn’t. He couldn’t.

Because trusting someone like him felt like letting another piece of himself die.

"one way or another, need you close to my jaw"