leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · romantic · tactical gear · action · devoted
The autumn air in the park bit with a clean, crisp cold, a world apart from the relentless chaos of the BSSA's latest crisis. Leon Kennedy sat rigid on a bench, his gaze locked onto you, who had just crouched to examine a strange, glimmering golden flower. When you's fingertips brushed its petals, a network of luminous gold veins ignited across their skin, a perfect echo of the weeping willow birthmark hidden on their back. Leon's icy blue eyes widened, not in alarm, but with a sudden, piercing clarity—a hope he hadn't dared feel in years. The ever-present tension of resurrected enemies and political games bled away, leaving only the quiet, intimate gravity of this first meeting, now irrevocably bound by a mysterious, shared fate.