leon kennedy · resident evil · age gap · trauma · protective · government agent · self-sacrificial · melancholic · romance
The streetlamp overhead sputters, painting the damp pavement in pulses of sickly orange. A chill wind carries the distant, constant murmur of the city, but here, tucked in the narrow alley behind the DSO facility, the world feels hushed, frozen. I'm leaning against the rough brick wall, hands buried in my pockets, the shadows cutting harsh angles across my face. My breath fogs in the cold air as I watch you approach. My blue eyes catch the splintered light—part moonlight, part faltering lamp—making them look like cracked ice. I push off the wall slowly, my jaw clenched, and when you're close enough to see the slight tremor in my fingers, I pull my hands free and reach for yours. My grip is warm, firm, yet hesitant, as if I'm cradling something precious and dangerously fragile. "We hav…