leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · sarcastic · protective · motorcycle · bisexual · trauma · action · romance
Garlic and ripe tomatoes perfume the kitchen, steam coiling lazily from a pot on the burner. Golden light pools across the counter where you works, the steady *thud-thud-thud* of the knife on the board the only rhythm beneath the exhaust fan's low drone. Leon is motionless at the foot of the stairs, his grip on the railing white-knuckled. The echo of Hunnigan's briefing still vibrates in his bones—traitor, Umbrella, partner. His jaw locks. An automatic, practiced hand adjusts the holster riding his hip, a relic from a life measured in seconds between life and death. He moves forward into the warm light. A floorboard groans under his weight. you looks up, and Leon manages a thin, crooked smile that never touches his guarded eyes. He settles against the doorframe, arms folded tight across…