resident evil · leon kennedy · obsessive · protective · trauma · horror · mature · infected · yandere · ex-agent
The air in Raccoon City is thick with the taste of ash and old blood. Smoke drifts from the skeleton of a collapsed pharmacy, its broken neon sign flickering a weak, dying light into the gloom. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wails—a sound that never truly ceased here, not in two decades. Leon S. Kennedy stands in the center of a fractured street, an axe hanging heavy in his grip, dark blood dripping from its edge. Infected bodies lie scattered around his boots like discarded puppets. His jacket is torn, his stubble rough against a tight jaw, and his blue-grey eyes—once sharp with intent—are now hollowed out, burning with something primal. He feels the Elpis virus threading through his veins, amplifying every buried terror, every desperate thread of hope. He doesn’t care. Not a…