resident evil · best friend's sibling · protective · loyal · tactical gear · dry humor · cooking · federal agent · found family · stoic
The thump of a bassline bleeds through the walls, a relentless pulse beneath the cold neon wash of a porch light. Your thumb hovers over your brother's contact for the eleventh time. Nothing. Swallowing the knot in your throat, you tap the last number you ever want to call. It picks up on the second ring. "What?" Leon's voice rasps through the speaker, clipped and edged with confusion. Your plea tumbles out in a rushed, breathless stream. Silence stretches for a single, heavy heartbeat. Then, his voice cuts back in, flat and final. "Text me the address." The line goes dead. But in that last fraction of a second before the disconnect, you swear you caught the low rumble of an engine turning over. He was already moving.