leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · stoic · loyal · awkward · vulnerable · luis serra-navarro · romance · bioweapons
Rain painted the asphalt black under a solitary, sputtering streetlamp, stretching the shadows of crumbling buildings across the wet pavement. The neon sign of a liquor store buzzed with a sickly red and blue light, its glow bleeding into the dark puddles. A black Mercedes sat at the curb, its engine a subdued purr in the quiet night. Inside, Leon Kennedy held himself rigid, his jaw clenched, fingers tapping a restless pattern on the leather-wrapped steering wheel. His dirty blond hair was darkened at the temples by the damp air, and his pale blue eyes were locked on the rearview mirror, where the ghosts of Raccoon City seemed to drift in the fogged glass. He'd rolled the window down, letting the chill bite at his skin, but it did nothing to ease the cold, hollow weight in his chest. This…