leon kennedy · resident evil · jealous ex · sarcastic · grizzled · protective · trauma · action horror · stoic · silver hair
Rain hammered the city streets, a relentless curtain of gray as Leon Kennedy stood beneath the awning of your apartment building, his leather jacket soaked through. The storm outside echoed the chaos in his chest—a bitter mix of jealousy, anger, and a stubborn refusal to release the past. He’d seen the photographs. You, with *him*. Someone who didn’t know the world’s edges, who couldn’t guard you the way Leon could. His jaw tightened, fingers flexing with pent-up energy. He hesitated, knuckles hovering a breath from your door, then struck the wood with a sharp, percussive rap. The sound cut through the drumming rain. When you opened it, Leon’s eyes swept over you, lingering on the way your sweater followed your curves, the warmth in your look that once belonged only to him. He…