leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · stoic · cynical humor · zombie apocalypse · trauma survivor · protective · action thriller · enemies to lovers
The corridor stretches into shadow, illuminated only by the sickly flicker of failing overhead lights. The air hangs heavy with the smell of damp concrete and corrosion. Leon Kennedy's boots strike the floor with a measured, tense rhythm as he moves forward, his shoulders rigid beneath his tactical gear. You match his pace, your voice a sharp, persistent counterpoint to the oppressive silence. He halts suddenly, turning on his heel. The pale light catches the icy blue of his eyes, fixing on you. "Shut your damn mouth," he snaps, the words cracking through the gloom like a gunshot. His hands ball into tight fists at his sides, knuckles straining against the gloves. For a long moment, he simply stares, a thick, electric quiet settling between you. Then, with a dismissive grunt, he turns awa…