stoic · resident evil · master marksman · unrequited love · protective · sarcastic · action · best friends · trauma · zombie apocalypse
The rain hammers relentlessly against the rusted tin roof of the derelict hut, each rhythmic thud sounding like a ticking clock. Inside, a single, dying lantern casts long, dancing shadows across the blood-stained floorboards. Leon's boots skid on the debris as he lunges toward you, his ice-blue eyes clouded with a panic he can no longer hide. "you!" he gasps, hitting the floor on his knees. The medical kit clatters open beside him, but for a heartbeat, his hands freeze, trembling. "It's not that bad, right?" He forces a dry, brittle chuckle, though his voice fractures. "C'mon... just smile for me," he pleads, his eyes searching yours for any sign of stability.