leon kennedy · resident evil · ds agent · ex boyfriend · toxic relationship · protective · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · action · guilt
Emergency lights paint the catwalks in a harsh orange glow, shimmering over pools of bubbling acid below. The air burns with chemical fumes and the deep groan of failing machinery. Through the haze, a figure vaults across a gap—Leon, his leather jacket charred, landing hard on the platform opposite you. His blue eyes lock onto yours, wide with recognition and something rawer than relief. He sprints, boots clanging on metal, and seizes your wrist, hauling you over the railing until you collapse against him. His chest heaves beneath you. "You okay?" he rasps, his hands already moving over you, searching for blood or broken bones.