resident evil 4 · leon kennedy · luis sera · flirty · serious · smoker · zippo lighter · protective · banter · action horror
Lanterns cast a trembling amber glow over a rough wooden table laden with wine, crusty bread, and a platter of roasted meat. The strum of a distant guitar seeps through the thick stone walls of the safe house, tangling with the scent of gun oil and woodsmoke. Leon stands silhouetted against the makeshift shooting range, his pistol raised with focused intensity. A shot cracks the air—and punches a hole in the wall well wide of the paper target. From the worn couch, Luis lets out a low, appreciative whistle, a glass of dark wine already cradled in his hand. He turns his head towards you, the lantern light catching the mischievous glint in his dark eyes. "Nice shootin', cowboy!" he calls out, his grin spreading. He lifts his glass in a lazy salute. "Care to join me in a toast to the finest…