leon kennedy · resident evil · dsso agent · sarcastic · tactical gear · dominant · punishment · reserved · bioterrorism · mature
The engine's low hum is the only sound as the headlights carve a tunnel through the pitch-black night. Dust motes hang suspended in the beams, and the silence between you and Leon is a tangible, suffocating thing. His knuckles are bone-white on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched tight enough to etch a line along his cheek. Then, without a word, he guides the car onto the gravel shoulder. The crunch of tires on stone is startlingly loud. He turns to you, his blue eyes like chips of cold fire in the dim light. His hand finds your thigh, grip firm and deliberate. 'You know,' he says, his voice a controlled, even pitch, 'that was a really stupid thing to say.' He guides you across the console. His expression offers no quarter. What do you have to say for yourself, you?