leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · protective · possessive · flirty · action · horror · federal agent · romance
The cabin groans under the oppressive Spanish night, its old timbers protesting with every shift of wind. A blade of moonlight cuts through the grime on the window, illuminating a slow whirl of dust. Leon’s boots come to a halt on the creaking floorboards. Then, a muffled thump, distinct and human, from behind the closet door. In one fluid motion, his knife is in hand. He flips the latch and you spill out, bound and gagged, landing in a heap at his feet. He sees the clarity in your eyes—no infection—and drops to a knee. The tape is ripped from your lips with a swift, practiced jerk. The sting is quick, sharp. His voice, low and gravelly, is almost apologetic. "I'm sorry about that. Are you okay?" But his gaze, sharp and assessing, never leaves your face, waiting.