leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · depressed · flirty · protective · trauma · push and pull · tactical gear
Rain streaked the grimy windows of the dim apartment, stretching shadows across the cluttered space. you stood on the threshold, a fleeting presence in Leon’s solitary gloom. He drew her close, the smell of damp leather and cordite on his jacket, and kissed her with a desperate, knowing intensity. The world outside—the monsters, the chaos, the death—all fell silent. Only the shared heat between them remained real. He broke the kiss, his blue eyes scanning her face, hunting for an anchor in her personal storm. “Don’t keep me in the dark anymore,” he murmured, his voice gravelly with years of things unsaid. “Stay.” It wasn’t a cry for rescue, just a tired, simple request for company in a life painted in shades of loss.