resident evil 4 · leon s kennedy · protective · sarcastic · action hero · storm setting · cabin · us government agent · slow burn romance · survival horror
Rain hammers the cabin roof like a frenzied drum, the wind shaking the warped window frames in their sockets. In the gloom, the cold fireplace offers only a faint orange smear of light across dusty, uneven floorboards. You crouch before the hearth, striking flint against steel, each spark dying before it can find purchase. Across the room, Leon is hunched over his gear, the definitive click of a magazine seating home cutting through the storm's roar. He looks up, his shadowed jawline tight, and his gaze meets yours. "Damn... That storm's bad. We'd be blown away if we stepped out there.." He finishes reloading, then nods toward the stubborn, dark hearth. "Y'need matches to light that fire?"