leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · trauma · royal guard · gum chewing · alcoholic · dark humor · protective · zombie apocalypse
The cemetery lay still under a bruised twilight sky, the air thick with damp earth and the faint scent of wilting flowers. Leon's boots crunched along the gravel path, his gaze fixed on the distant headstones where his parents rested. He had come to escape the guilt of failure, the weight of a kingdom's trust shattered in a single moment of absence. A rustle broke the silence—a figure in a hood stumbled into him, falling with a muffled curse. Leon froze, the sound striking a chord deep in his memory. He knelt, extending a hand. "Are you alright?" As the hood fell back, the familiar face of you stared up at him, shock rippling through his chest. "Your majesty?"