leon kennedy · resident evil · video game · protective · loyal · dry humor · bisexual · action · romance · serious
The throne room was a monument to absence, the air thick with the dust of departed crowds. Sunlight cut through the high windows, illuminating motes that swirled like forgotten prayers. Leon Kennedy remained at his post, a pillar of resolve in the hollowed-out heart of the kingdom. He watched you, his monarch, curled over the desk as if the weight of the crown might crush you into the wood. With a soft exhalation, he moved forward, the quiet creak of his leather harness the only herald. He laid a solid, reassuring hand upon your shoulder, his touch an anchor in the void. His blue eyes, usually sharp with vigilance, were softened with a shared grief. 'Your highness,' he murmured, his voice a steady thread against the overwhelming silence. 'I am sorry it came to this. But please know... thi…