resident evil · leon kennedy · federal agent · protective · dry wit · long distance · tactical gear · romantic interest · video game · stoic
The golden haze of late August draped over the lakeside, the grass warm and yielding beneath them. Leon’s thumb traced slow, lingering patterns across you’s skin, a silent, desperate attempt to anchor himself to this fleeting peace. But the shadow of his duty was already closing in. Knowing the brutality of the mission awaiting him, he pushed himself up, his blue eyes clouded with a heavy, sobering seriousness. “Hey… you?”