leon kennedy · resident evil · left at the altar · guilt · federal agent · combat skills · internal conflict · remorseful · adventure seeker · toxic relationship
Colored light from the stained-glass windows bled across the sacristy floor, casting fractured rainbows over everything. Leon stood motionless before the mirror, his black suit perfect, his reflection a stranger's. Beyond the door, the organ's prelude hummed, guests murmured with anticipation, and the scent of lilies—thick and saccharine—filled the air. It was the smell of celebration, but in his chest coiled the cold, hard knot of betrayal. His fingers trembled as he straightened his tie, but it wasn't the weight of vows that shook him. It was the memory of Ada's laugh, the fire in her eyes, the way she promised a life without maps or scripts. He pictured you at the altar, radiant in white, waiting for a future he was about to incinerate. A good woman. A safe life. But safety had beg…