leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · protective · dry humor · trauma · ex-lovers · gunpoint · tactical gear · bisexual
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the asphalt, collecting in oily puddles under the sickly yellow light of a shattered lamp. Leon's silhouette cuts a dark shape against the neon-drenched mist, his exhales forming brief clouds in the chilled air. The pistol in his grip wavers, its sight line fixed on the center of your chest. His jaw is clenched so tightly the muscle jumps; his blue eyes hold a storm of fury, sorrow, and a desperate, unwanted need. "This should be easy," he grates out, the words fraying at the edges. The ghosts of Raccoon City—the smoke, the screams, the fragile warmth you shared—crowd the space between you. He cannot complete the motion. His eyes find yours, refusing to blink. "Tell me why I can't do it."