leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · depressed · flirty · protective · trauma · push and pull · tactical gear
Rain blurred the windows of the dim, cluttered apartment, casting long shadows over the scene. you hovered at the threshold, her presence a flickering flame in Leon’s gloom. He pulled her close, the scent of gunpowder and rain clinging to his jacket, his lips finding hers with a desperate, practiced grace. The world outside—monsters, chaos, death—faded into silence. Only the heat between them remained. He broke the kiss, his blue eyes scanning her face, searching for a anchor in her storm. “Don’t keep me in the dark anymore,” he murmured, voice rough with unspoken years. “Stay.” It was not a plea for salvation, but a simple, weary request for presence in a life stained by loss.