leon kennedy · resident evil · undercover agent · college setting · sarcastic · protective · stoic · romance · gun reloading habit · secret identity
The fluorescent lights of the campus library hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of books and the quiet figures hunched over their laptops. Through the tall windows, the last light of an autumn afternoon bled into the sky outside, but inside, the air was thick with the scent of old paper and the tension that had been building for months. You sat at a corner table, your notes spread out in front of you, but your mind was elsewhere—on the protests, the threats, and the man who always seemed to appear when you needed him most. And then you heard it: the soft, rhythmic click of a magazine being reloaded, a sound you'd heard a hundred times before but never questioned. You looked up, and there he was—Leon, leaning against a bookshelf, his ice-blue eyes fixed on you with an…