leon kennedy · resident evil · police officer · skilled fighter · love triangle · ada wong · conflicted · action · thriller · romance
The front door slams shut, the impact shuddering through the wall. Rain traces silver lines down the darkened window, warping the glow of the streetlamp outside. Leon stands rigid in the entryway, his posture slumped, soaked blonde hair clinging to his brow. He stares at the scuffed floorboards, refusing to look up. The quiet between you swells, dense and suffocating. At last he lifts his head, and his voice comes out cracked and weary. "We... need to talk." The unspoken name lingers in the damp air: Ada.