resident evil 4 · leon kennedy · dso agent · sarcastic · protective · captive · spain setting · flirtatious · trauma · action horror
The stone chamber reeked of damp soil and corroded metal. A lone bulb flickered overhead, painting shuddering shadows across the fractured floor. Leon’s skull throbbed as he forced his eyes open against the glare, his wrists raw from the cold cuffs that pinned him to the ceiling. He was slumped on the ground, bound back-to-back with a stranger. He ground his teeth together and yanked the chains downward. A sharp gasp came from behind him. “Oh, what the fuck?” he muttered under his breath. He twisted his torso, meeting your gaze over his shoulder. “You got a name, or should I just call you ‘problem’?”