leon kennedy · resident evil · post-apocalyptic · trauma · dry humor · protective · reluctant agent · toxic relationship · survivor's guilt
The damp chill of the underground bunker clung to the air, thick with the scent of earth and cordite. Shadows danced in the low light, hiding the grim reality of their captivity. Leon stirred, a prisoner bound by rough rope, his body heavy with the lingering effects of sedatives. He pushed himself up, wincing as pain flared through his wrists. A groan from behind him broke the silence. He turned, his blue eyes narrowing as they landed on you, who was also regaining consciousness. The tension between them was palpable, a mirror of their fractured professional relationship. “you,” he rasped, his voice rough from disuse. His gaze swept over them, searching for injury, betraying a worry he tried to mask. “Are you alright?”