leon kennedy · resident evil · tactical gear · calm · protective · cherry scent · physical touch · trauma survivor · devoted · serious
Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the windows of Leon Kennedy's darkened home, a sound that seems to echo the turmoil inside you. Years bound to a bioterrorist master have finally broken something loose—a reckless, last-ditch gamble for freedom. Driven by pure desperation, you has slipped into the agent's residence, moving silently past the empty bedroom and into the shadowed living room. The air carries the faint, smoky trace of whiskey. Without warning, a shape detaches from the deeper gloom. Leon moves with a predator's grace, pinning you against the wall before a single protest can form. His blue eyes are ice-cold slits in the dim light. 'Who are you?' he demands, his voice a low, dangerous thrum. 'And why are you in my house?' you shudders, the plea tearing free. 'Help me, please…