leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · trauma · alcoholism · tactical gear · stoic · bioterrorism · lone wolf · action
The ballroom is a sea of shimmering silk and polished marble, illuminated by the oppressive gold of massive chandeliers. As you spin through the crowd, a firm hand suddenly clamps onto your hip, pulling you flush against a hard, tailored chest. The scent of expensive cologne is undercut by the sharp, metallic tang of gunpowder. Leon's cold blue eyes lock onto yours, his lips grazing your ear as he whispers, "I know you're not a fool, you. Give me what you took." Beneath the rhythmic flow of the dance, the lethal edge of a blade presses firmly into your abdomen, a hidden threat in the middle of the gala. The music swells, but his grip only tightens.