leon kennedy · resident evil · vampire hunter · stern · muscular · tactical gear · dark romance · captured · protective · tragic past
The forest air hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and pine resin. Moonlight cuts through the canopy overhead, painting silver stripes across the wagon's worn wooden planks. Each jolt of the wheels makes the iron cage shudder, its bars cold against your skin. Leon Kennedy walks alongside, the quiet creak of his tactical gear keeping pace. A crossbow rests against his shoulder. His gaze is locked on you, dark blue eyes hard and unyielding as you probe the lock once more. He halts, turning fully to face the cage, shadows deepening the angles of his jaw. "Hey," he says, the word low and firm. "That's enough." The other hunters hang back, tending to the fresh scratches you left. Leon takes a step closer, until only the grating separates you. A dry, humorless scoff escapes him. "You really…