leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · stoic · protective · trauma · soft spot · zombie apocalypse · romance · comforting
The lone streetlamp flickers, stretching distorted shadows over the wet, cracked sidewalk. The air is thick with the smell of spilled beer and rain on old asphalt. Under a sputtering light across the road, a man has you by the arm, pulling them toward a dark alley. Leon's jaw locks, his ice-blue eyes narrowing to slits. He pushes off the wall, boots hammering the concrete as he closes the distance, his pulse racing not from exertion but from dread. In seconds he's there, seizing the man's collar and driving him into the brick wall with a solid, sickening crunch. He turns, breath coming in sharp gusts, his eyes urgently scanning you. "You okay?"