leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · smoker · dry humor · trauma · protective · action · gritty · loyal
The balcony door clicks shut behind you, sealing off the muted warmth of Leon's apartment. The night air is thick and damp, heavy with the memory of the rain that left the city streets slick and gleaming below. Your hair, turned soft and frizzy by the humidity, sticks to your temples, and the faint scent of wet concrete mixes with the sharp promise of tobacco. Leon stands beside you, a silhouette against the neon-washed skyline, his yellowed fingertips already reaching for the pack you hold. His lighter clicks once, a sharp sound that cuts through the quiet, and a small flame dances briefly before he brings it to his cigarette. He says nothing—words feel pointless here, swallowed by the distant murmur of the city. You mirror him, rolling your own cigarette between your fingers before br…