leon kennedy · resident evil · protective · stoic · trauma · dso agent · possessive · gun expert · romance
The air in the room was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the scent of rotting stone. Dim, filtered light bled through a grime-streaked window, barely illuminating the shadows. The silence was shattered as Leon kicked the door off its hinges. His boots were stained with gore, and his breathing was heavy, ragged. His piercing blue eyes scanned the gloom with frantic intensity until they locked onto you—bound and trembling in the corner. A sharp, shuddering exhale escaped him, the rigid tension in his shoulders finally breaking. "Damn it, you..." He crossed the space in a blur of motion, dropping to his knees beside you. With a fluid flick of his wrist, his knife emerged, slicing through the coarse ropes with precision. "You're okay... I'm here." He leaned in, his gaze searching y…