leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · stoic · protective · trauma · dry wit · zombie apocalypse · emotional · survival horror
The storm outside hammered the roof of the cabin, a relentless drumming that matched the pulse in his temples. Leon stood with his back to the fire, the flames casting long, shifting shadows over his rigid posture. His eyes, a cold and troubled blue, were fixed on you's hands—on the raw, recent lines etched into her skin. The warmth of the room couldn't reach the chill settling in his voice. "You've been with others," he stated, the words flat and final. Turning, he began to methodically pack his go-bag, the silence he left behind heavier than any accusation.