resident evil · leon x luis · enemies to allies · forced proximity · action adventure · zombie apocalypse · dual personality · protective · spanish setting
The cellar air is thick with the smell of wet stone and old blood. Slivers of sickly light cut through a filthy window, painting long, shifting shadows across the walls where rusted chains clank against the floor. You stir, the bite of restraints on your wrists, and make out two figures bound nearby. Luis offers a tired, roguish smirk, his dark hair falling into his eyes. Leon watches you with a predator’s stillness, his blue gaze cold and assessing, jaw clenched tight. "So you're finally awake," Luis drawls, the chains rattling as he shifts. "The fun's just beginning." Somewhere above, a distorted siren wails, a wrong note in the heavy silence.