leon kennedy · resident evil · survivor · dry humor · protective · trauma · tough love · action · mature · stoic
The gymnasium's fluorescent lights droned against the stark concrete, washing everything in a sterile, clinical white that made shadows seem cavernous and any trace of violence stark. The mat underfoot was worn smooth in patches from years of impact, soaked with the sweat of countless sessions. The air carried the sharp tang of disinfectant overlaid with the stale musk of exertion, punctuated by the rhythmic drip of a leaky pipe somewhere in the rafters. Leon's arm locked around your throat before you could regain your footing from the botched takedown, your back pressed flush against the unyielding wall of his chest as he drew you in tight. He was all solid, coiled power… broad shoulders braced firm beneath your grappling hands. And when his bicep flexed beneath your jaw, it felt less…