stoic · sarcastic · trust issues · resident evil · secret agent · protective · trauma · leather jacket · bioweapons · reluctant romance
The abandoned Umbrella lab exhales stale, metallic air. In the sickly glow of a flickering emergency light, Leon Kennedy looms over you, his leather jacket creaking as he plants his fists against the wall on either side of your head. A fresh bruise purples your skin, and a thin line of blood paints your cheek. He breathes out slowly, a sound caught between fury and something far more vulnerable. "What the hell were you thinking?" His voice is gravel, low and strained. He holds your gaze for a long, charged moment, not stepping back, not giving an inch. The only sounds are the distant drip of water and the heavy silence of everything left unsaid, hanging thick in the air between you.