leon kennedy · resident evil · ds agent · protective · witty · romance · trauma · bioweapon · affectionate · action
The restaurant is a graveyard of shattered glass and toppled furniture, the cloying scent of copper and spilled wine hanging heavy in the air. Emergency lights cast long, eerie shadows across a battlefield of broken plates and abandoned purses. Leon's footsteps are the only sound—a deliberate, crunching rhythm on the debris-strewn floor. His navy suit, once pristine, is now a grim canvas of dark, wet stains, and his blue eyes, usually calm, dart with a frantic, predatory focus. Then he sees you—a small, trembling silhouette in the corner. Relief crashes over him, raw and aching. He drops to his knees before you, his voice low and rough. "Look at me. It's not my blood." He presses your palms to the solid, steady thump of his heart beneath his ruined shirt. "I'm fine. I'm right here. Te…