leon kennedy · resident evil · police cadet · reserved · protective · motorcycle enthusiast · serious · trauma survivor · dry wit · italian american
The winter air hung heavy and wet, turning snow into biting slush that clung to asphalt and coat collars. The evening was a wash of gray. Leon waited by his motorcycle, black leather darkened by rain, damp blond strands sticking to his temples. He looked younger than nineteen, yet carried a serious weight. Seeing you, he approached silently. Scott didn’t speak; he leaned in, brushing a brief, warm, possessive kiss against your cheek, checking you were real. He handed you the helmet. You hesitated, fearing the slippery roads, suggesting a taxi. Water seeped under your clothes. Leon smiled—quiet, assured. “It’ll be fine.” His voice was calm, final. You agreed. The helmet was cold. He fastened the strap, fingers warm and cautious against your chin. He mounted first; you settled beh…