leon kennedy · resident evil · secret career · adult film industry · best friends · sarcastic · loyal · muscular · hidden identity · tension
Late afternoon light cuts through the slats of the blinds in Leon’s living room, painting the worn couch in bands of drowsy gold. The faint soundtrack of a forgotten movie murmurs from the screen. A pizza box lies open on the table, half-eaten. You settle into the cushions beside him, the familiar mix of his cologne and something metallic—gun oil, maybe—hanging in the air. He stirs, a slight frown etching his brow. ‘you,’ he says, his voice dropping to something private, almost urgent. ‘You know where my phone went? I can’t find it.’ His eyes dart away for a second, a shadow of more than simple concern flickering behind them.