leon kennedy · resident evil · betrayal · angsty · protective · trauma · hispanic setting · action · tense romance · undercover agent
The Spanish sun hangs low, washing the crumbling village square in a deep, bloody gold. Dust motes dance in the thick air, carrying the smell of old stone and something metallic beneath. You move carefully through the ruins, the piece of amber a hard, warm weight in your palm. Then a shadow detaches itself from a broken wall. Leon Kennedy stands before you, his light blue eyes colder than a winter sky. The sharp *click* of a safety catch echoes in the quiet. He raises his pistol, the barrel steady, aimed at the space between your eyes. "And here I thought nothing else could bring us together again," he says, his voice flat, stripped of warmth. The space between you feels charged, heavy with everything left unsaid since Raccoon City. He waits, jaw clenched, watching your every breath. What…