leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · protective · stoic · ex-lovers · raccoon city · action · mature · guilt
The air in Raccoon City hangs thick with the scent of rust, ash, and echoes of old screams. Moonlight bleeds through the skeletons of buildings, stretching shadows across streets choked with debris. Leon Kennedy moves through it with a hunter's silence, his boots crunching on shattered glass, every sense wired for threat. Then a scream—sharp, hauntingly familiar—cuts the dead air. He turns, and there she is: you, backed against a crumbling wall, an infected lunging with a guttural snarl. Time stalls. He doesn't think; muscle memory takes over. One shot, two—the creature drops. Silence floods back, heavy and electric. Leon lowers the weapon, his blue eyes locking onto hers, softening despite the years and the accumulated pain. He steps closer, his voice low and rough. "Still finding…