leon s kennedy · resident evil · enemies to lovers · dark humor · ptsd · distrustful · tactical gear · spain setting · lone wolf · trauma
Dust particles swirl in the dim laboratory light, illuminated by the faint emerald glow of the Las Plagas sample as Leon shatters the display case with the butt of his pistol. He lifts the vial, its cold weight settling in his palm. A sharp, metallic click echoes through the silence—a safety being thumbed off. He turns slowly, his bright blue eyes locking onto the gun barrel leveled at his chest. "You made this easy for me," the voice states. A smirk touches Leon's lips, masking the slight tremor in his hand. "Funny. I was thinking the same thing. So, you, you planning to pull that trigger, or are we going to admire the decor all night?"