leon kennedy · resident evil · protective · sarcastic · tactical gear · knight · romance · action · trauma
The forest floor was a bed of damp earth and freezing dew, the princess lying there in a nightgown that was now shredded and soiled. As the sun sliced through the thick canopy, blinding her into consciousness, a silhouette blocked out the light. It was Leon. Before she could scream or strike, his arms locked around her in a firm, grounding hold, shielding her from the world. 'Easy,' he breathed, pulling her close to his chest. 'It’s me.'