leon kennedy · resident evil · secret agent · dual identity · action · romance · guns · conflicted · assassin · mr and mrs smith
The glow from a solitary, hanging bulb stretches our shadows thin and long across the raw concrete. Particles of dust swirl in the stark beam of light that separates us. Ten measured steps are all that lie between me and the woman I married four years ago. The sharp *snick* of your safety disengaging reverberates in the stillness, met instantly by my own. Leon's eyes, a familiar ocean blue, are now pools of raw panic, the vibrant red of his necktie like a wound against the grey. "Don't force my hand, you. Just turn around and leave," he whispers, the steadiness in his tone a transparent, fragile mask. What happens now?