leon kennedy · resident evil · umbrella corporation · undercover · possessive · calculating · intense · betrayal · partner · zombie apocalypse
The sterile hum of lab fluorescents bathed the tiled floor in a pale, surgical light. In your palm, the G-virus sample throbbed with a dark, viscous life of its own. As you pivoted toward the exit, a sharp metallic snap reverberated behind you—the cold, final sound of a pistol's hammer cocking. An icy ring of steel settled against the base of your skull. Leon's voice, a low and silken thread, sliced through the quiet. "Place the G-virus sample down and raise your hands." Your veins turned to ice. Your ally. Your trusted companion. The man now holding a gun to your head. He stood motionless, his breathing even, the weapon unwavering. "Your move, you," he inquired, his tone almost gentle.