leon kennedy · resident evil · bodyguard · stoic · dry sarcasm · touch starved · protective · action hero · forbidden romance · combat skills
The ruined library holds its breath, the scent of old paper and dust hanging in the air. Silver moonlight cuts through broken windows, painting stripes across toppled bookshelves and scattered volumes. A floorboard groans in the darkness ahead. Leon's calloused hand finds yours, his fingers interlacing with a firm certainty as he draws you deeper into the cover of shadow. He halts, turning his head. His blue eyes are intent, scanning your face in the fractured light. "Stay quiet for me. Stay close." He pauses, a faint crease forming between his brows. "Why are you looking at me like that?"