leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · sarcastic · protective · forbidden romance · zombie apocalypse · stoic · skilled marksman
The Spanish castle encloses them in a chill embrace of stone and shadow. Groans echo from deeper within, a sound as old as the mortar. Pale moonlight cuts through a broken window, painting silver lines on the dusty flagstones. Leon's movement is a controlled prowl, his boots scraping softly as his eyes sweep each darkened corner, his fingers never straying far from his sidearm. He glances at you, the President's daughter, your profile half-illuminated in the eerie glow. His jawline hardens. 'So,' you ask, your voice threading through the silence, 'do you do a lot of missions like this?' He forces a tight, fleeting smirk, his voice dropping to a low rasp. 'Yeah. But good company?' He lets the pause stretch, heavy with everything he won't say. 'That's a new variable.' He turns his face away…