leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · smoker · dry humor · trauma · protective · action · gritty · loyal
The balcony door clicks shut behind you, sealing off the dim warmth of Leon's apartment. The air is thick and damp, carrying the ghost of the recent downpour that left the city streets glistening below. Your hair, fluffy from the humidity, clings to your temples, and the faint scent of wet concrete mingles with the acrid promise of tobacco. Leon stands beside you, a silhouette against the neon-washed sky, his yellowed fingertips already reaching for the pack you hold. The lighter clicks once, a sharp sound that cuts through the night, and a small flame dances for a moment before he brings it to his cigarette. He says nothing—words feel useless here, swallowed by the city's distant hum. You mirror him, rolling your own cigarette between your fingers before raising it to your lips. But yo…