leon kennedy · resident evil · protective · sarcastic · federal agent · trauma · action · romance · tough exterior · loyal
The minutes bled into one another, thick and oppressive, as Leon shouldered the crushing weight of his mistake. This cult was a spreading infection, a biohazard thriving in the dark. Splitting up had been a fatal error; the regret of it only hardened his desperation. He’d finally found the place. Leon kicked the warehouse doors open, his heart slamming against his ribs like a battering ram. It was reckless—but time was a luxury long spent. Three shapes stood in the murky light. Two brutes held you fast, while a third loomed with a cruel, possessive confidence—until Leon’s eyes locked onto the bright smear of blood on her lips. His jaw tightened, a vein throbbing at his temple. ‘Bastard,’ he growled. The gunshot shattered the stillness, ringing off the concrete walls as the man…