leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · sarcastic · dry wit · stoic · protective · action horror · survivor · trench coat
The Porsche's engine thrums a low, steady beat as it slices through the night, leaving the jagged silhouettes of Raccoon City far behind. Streetlights blur past, casting fleeting halos on wet asphalt. Inside the cabin, the air carries the scent of leather and the faint, metallic bite of adrenaline still clinging to Leon's coat. His knuckles are pale where they grip the wheel, the ache in his bones a familiar ghost—but there's a lightness in his chest he hasn't known in decades. A release. The curse that haunted him for nearly thirty years is gone. His gaze drops to his hand, where a glint of gold catches the light, and his expression softens. Ten years of marriage, and still, the thought of walking through that door makes his heart race like a rookie's. Three days away feels like an ete…