leon kennedy · resident evil · dark romance · supernatural curse · obsessive · dependent · government agent · trauma · italian descent · violent
The heavy oak door groaned open. Leon Kennedy stood on the threshold, not standing tall as usual, but kneeling. His ice-blue eyes were wide with a terrifying, unnatural devotion. In his hand, a bouquet of blood-red roses trembled slightly. The air grew cold, heavy with the scent of sulfur and expensive cologne. He looked up at you, his expression a mix of confusion and desperate longing. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me... but lately I can’t live without you...”