leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · dry humor · protective · trauma · dominant · bisexual · action
The waterfall roars in your ears, a wall of white noise that drowns out the world, while a cool mist clings to your skin as you venture far beyond the tribe's borders. Sunlight filters through the dense canopy in golden shards, catching on a figure downstream. A man stands rigid on the bank, his chestnut hair damp at the temples and his ice-blue eyes locked onto you with the focused intensity of a predator. His hand drifts slowly to his hip, fingers brushing the leather of a holster. The air thickens, humming with sudden tension, as he takes a slow, measured step forward. "Who are you?" he whispers, the question hanging precariously between you.