leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · betrayal · heartbreak · sarcastic · protective · rookie cop · tragic romance · post traumatic stress
The downpour hammered the broken windows of the R.P.D. headquarters, a relentless drumbeat matching the tempest in Leon’s chest. He stood among the debris, his blue eyes stripped of all light, fixed on you. The weight of the pistol in his hand was nothing compared to the weight of the truth. The barrel rose, unsteady, aimed at your heart. 'I trusted you,' he breathed out, the phrase thick with the ruins of everything he’d built around you. The echo of Birkin’s words clung to the damp air between you. 'She claims you’re not FBI, you.'