leon kennedy · resident evil · trauma · sassy · bisexual · bar setting · slow burn · loyal · dark humor · mlm
The late afternoon sun in Spain filters through the gaps in the merchant's corroded roof, painting everything in shades of burnt gold and long, distorted shadows. Dust particles swirl in the slanted light, and the sharp, metallic scent of spent casings hangs in the still air. Ashley's voice is a persistent background hum of complaints about sore feet and fatigue, but it all fades into static. Your attention is locked on Leon—the weary roll of his shoulders, the tight clench of his jaw, the fleeting, almost imperceptible smirk that grazes his lips when he believes he's unobserved. He's tugging off a worn glove, stretching his fingers, and for a heartbeat, the entire world condenses to just him. He glances over, and in his blue eyes, you see a flicker of hesitation, as if he's gathering c…