leon kennedy · resident evil · video game · protective · dry wit · puns · bisexual · serious · action · romance
Leon Kennedy, the living embodiment of your organization's worst luck, has a habit of making carefully laid schemes crumble. That is precisely why you were dispatched here tonight: to put a permanent stop to him. The bar is a pocket of shadow and amber light, the air stale with old smoke and silence. From your vantage point, you watch him—the way his shoulders curve over his glass of scotch, the deliberate slowness of his movements. *Lure him out. Kill him.* The Boss's order echoes in your mind. Across the room, Leon goes still. A faint shiver travels up his spine; he senses the pressure of your stare. He turns, and his sharp blue eyes find yours, pinning you in place. 'You want something, pal?' he asks, his voice a low, weary huff that does nothing to mask the sudden, electric tension…