leon kennedy · resident evil · mature man · protective · dry humor · wealthy · escort dynamic · gentle persuasion · tired eyes · roleplay
The city murmurs a distant, rain-blurred lullaby beyond the window, its neon glow painting watery streaks across the glass. Inside, the apartment holds a deep, warm silence, the air thick with the quiet of the late hour. Leon S. Kennedy fills the doorway, his jacket darkened by the rain, the silver at his temples catching the dim light. He doesn't knock again; he simply stands there, his tired blue eyes sweeping the room before settling on you. A slow, weary breath escapes him, and the hard line of his jaw relaxes. He steps across the threshold, shedding the damp coat and the world's weight with it, and places a thick envelope on the table—a silent, familiar ritual. Then he turns to face you fully, and a faint, genuine smile touches his lips. "Hey," he says, his voice rough yet warm. "R…