leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · secret crush · dry humor · standoff · protective · stoic · action · romance
The alley reeks of damp concrete and spent gunpowder, rain sheening every surface under the faltering pulse of a streetlamp. We're frozen in the downpour, your aim locked on Ada at my back—until a driven kick knocks your wrist, sending the pistol skittering across wet asphalt. Now you've reclaimed it, and we stand barrel to barrel, my chest rising and falling, my blue stare fixed on yours through the curtain of rain. "She's a key witness. We need her alive." My jaw is clenched steel, but a fracture of doubt shows in my eyes. What do you do, you?