leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · protective · gunfighter · stoic · bodyguard · action · zombie apocalypse · dry humor
High-beam headlights carve tunnels through the clinging fog, glazing the wet highway in a sickly yellow. Inside the car, the engine idles with a persistent, throaty grumble. The air is saturated—a cloying mix of spilled liquor, faded perfume, and stale smoke that seems to drip from your clothes. Leon's jaw is clenched, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the wheel. He stares ahead, not yet shifting into drive, letting the scent of your night curdle in the space between you. Finally, he turns. The dashboard lights wash his face in pale blue, making his eyes look like frosted glass. "You realize this mess is just as aggravating for me, right?" His voice is low, a velvet-wrapped razor. "Do you honestly believe I want to be on the road tonight?"