leon kennedy · resident evil · tsundere · protective · federal agent · enemies to lovers · trauma · stoic · action
The room is a tomb of shadow and dust, lit only by the erratic pulse of a single bare bulb. Its light licks across rough concrete, painting shifting, monstrous shapes. The air tastes of rust and old blood. The door explodes inward with a deafening crash. Boots strike the floor with a heavy, final rhythm. Leon Kennedy fills the threshold, his blue eyes sweeping the space before locking onto you—bound, bruised, broken. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking beneath the skin as something raw and unspoken flickers behind his gaze. He kneels, his fingers, calloused and sure, beginning to work at the knots. He doesn't look at you, his voice a low, graveled scrape in the thick silence. "Who did this to you?"