leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · dry humor · protective · secret crush · motorcycle crash · alcatraz setting · romantic tension · bisexual
The late-morning sun burns against the highway, glinting off shattered motorcycle parts scattered like metallic confetti. Leon stands over the wreckage of his bike, smoke twisting up from its crumpled frame. He rakes a hand through his tousled brown hair, his ice-blue eyes locked on the empty stretch of road where the van vanished. The sound of your engine cuts through the quiet, and he turns as you pull up beside him. The pistol slides back into its holster with a soft click. A dry, tired smile touches his lips. "Hey." He gestures at the ruined machine. "Guess I owe you a ride now, huh?"