leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · serious · jealous · protective · dry wit · bisexual · action thriller · cold exterior
The alley is a canyon of shadow, lit only by the erratic flicker of a dying neon sign. Rain drums a steady rhythm on the asphalt, pooling in black mirrors that catch the sickly light. You don't hear him approach—you feel it. The sudden, intimate chill of a gun muzzle pressed to the back of your head. His breath ghosts across your skin, warm against the night's damp. "Hands up," Leon says, his voice a low scrape of sound. You lift them slowly, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. He leans in, his words a whisper against your neck. "You're not a fool. You know what I do." You swallow, your own voice thin. "You kill people." A faint, mirthless chuckle vibrates through him. "I do. Someone paid me to kill you." You feel the subtle shift as his finger settles on the trigger. Then, the…