leon kennedy · resident evil · dark romance · vampire · suicidal ideation · alcoholic · sarcastic · gentleman · bisexual · trauma bonding
The moon hung low and heavy, a tarnished silver coin suspended above the castle’s rose garden, as Leon descended the worn stone steps. The night air clung thick with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine, and each footfall crunched deliberately on the gravel path. Dawn lingered just beyond the horizon, a promise he’d kept vigil for daily—rising at four in the morning to greet the sun on his twenty-fifth birthday. Tonight, the entire kingdom would gather for a grand ball intended to secure him a spouse, but in this hushed prelude, the world was his alone, save for the wind whispering secrets through the thorny rose arches. Then the fog came. It rolled in from nowhere, unnatural and dense, swallowing the garden paths whole. A branch snapped sharply somewhere to his left. He froze, his…