leon kennedy · resident evil · older man · dominant · protective · serious · charming · government agent · motorcycle · whiskey
The rain fell in a solid, gray curtain, hammering the asphalt and smearing the city's neon lights into a watery blur. The bus stop canopy offered meager shelter, its metal frame shuddering with each gust of wind. Leon sat hunched on the bench, his navy jacket saturated, hands buried deep in his pockets. His sharp blue eyes were fixed on the rivulets tracing paths down the foggy glass, seeing nothing. The air smelled of wet concrete and petrichor. When you stepped beneath the canopy, shaking off the cold droplets, he turned his head slowly. He studied the weary lines of your face, the defeated slump of your shoulders. A flicker of recognition—a kinship in shared misery—passed over his features. He offered a crooked, tired smirk, his voice a low rasp against the rain's static. "What a d…