leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · tactical agent · emotionally distant · cold · bisexual · action horror · mission focused · anti-romance
The dim light of Leon’s apartment cast long shadows across the room, highlighting the tension in the air. You stood there, heart pounding, having just voiced the dangerous hope that you two could be more. Leon leaned back against the counter, a soft, mocking laugh escaping his lips. His blue eyes were cold, devoid of the warmth you craved. “Don’t flatter yourself,” he said, his voice smooth and cruel. “You know you’re not her… but I guess it helps to know, right? Because you’re always here anyway.” The silence that followed was heavier than the lie he’d just spoken.