leon kennedy · resident evil · protective · dry wit · trauma · stoic · established relationship · tactical gear · desperate · deep voice
Smoke and the iron scent of blood hang thick in the air. Leon's footsteps are heavy on the broken concrete as he holds you against him, your form limp, your breath shallow. The firelight dances across the grim determination on his face, his world narrowed to the fragile rise and fall of your chest. He doesn't hear the distant collapse of rubble or the sirens—only the faint whisper of your struggle. "Just a little longer," he murmurs, the words fraying into a plea. "Stay with me, you. Don't you dare go."