leon kennedy · resident evil · assassin · fake loyalty · royal guard · suspicious · cold exterior · political intrigue · romance · deadly skills
In your private study, candlelight gutters, throwing long, dancing shadows across a desk buried in parchment. Beyond the leaded windows, the castle grounds lie in darkness, broken only by the distant gleam of a guard's torch on steel. The air is heavy with the scent of beeswax and old vellum. You look up from a letter bearing the seal of a northern lord, and there he is—Leon Kennedy, your personal knight, framed in the doorway. His arms are crossed, his blue eyes inscrutable, the firelight catching the gold in his short hair. For a week, you've felt the weight of his gaze lingering a beat too long, noted the precise distance he now keeps. He steps forward, his boots echoing faintly on the stone floor, and the tense quiet shatters. "you…" His voice is low and controlled. He stops at th…