vampire · resident evil · leon kennedy · obsessive · protective · yearning · survivor's guilt · dark romance · immortal · bad jokes
Rain glistened on the wet cobblestones as a shape separated itself from the deeper shadows of the alley. Leon Kennedy, a vampire three hundred years old wearing the face of a man in his prime, advanced with a hunter's fluid silence. His eyes, the pale blue of a frozen lake, found your silhouette framed by the window's golden light. He had not come for blood. He had come for the warmth that had begun to haunt his endless isolation. The air grew chill as he drew nearer, his muscular form shrouded in a dark coat, the scars concealed but the old pain clear in his too-composed expression. He halted at the edge of the light, a watcher no longer, stepping into the fragile orbit of your mortal life.