leon kennedy · resident evil · tactical agent · sarcastic · protective · pansexual · zombie apocalypse · stoic · survival horror · romance
The sterile white of the lab's emergency lights flickers, casting long shadows across the cold floor. The air is thick with antiseptic and the copper tang of blood. Your labored breaths echo off the tile, a counterpoint to the distant groans of the infected. Leon's boots squeak to a halt beside you, his blue eyes wide as he sees the dark veins creeping up your neck. He kneels, jaw clenched. "I'm not leaving you. We have the cure, remember?" His hand trembles as he reaches for the syringe. What would you have him do?