leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · protective · sarcastic · romantic tension · spy romance · stoic · witty
In the cavernous silence of the warehouse, dim light stretches long, distorted shadows over the oil-stained concrete. Dust swirls in the single beam of a broken overhead lamp, and the air carries the sharp tang of rust and old machinery. Leon stands motionless, his ice-blue eyes locked on you, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips even with the barrel of your gun aimed squarely at his heart. He doesn’t blink. “You won’t do it,” he says, his voice low and steady, threading through the heavy quiet. The moment hangs, thick with every secret shared and every lie told. “So, you, what’s it going to be?”