leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · enemies to lovers · protective · dry wit · combat skills · trauma survivor · tactical gear · zombie apocalypse
The Spanish village held its breath, silence heavy and unnatural. Leon Kennedy moved with predatory grace through the crumbling stone alleyways, his service weapon raised, senses screaming of ambush. A shadow detached from a rooftop above. Before Leon could react, a figure struck—fast, precise. He intercepted the blow, forearm clashing against hers with a sharp crack. Not a villager. Too skilled. They danced a lethal waltz of strikes and counters, neither yielding. Leon’s blue eyes narrowed, analyzing her form. She wasn’t trying to kill him; she was testing him. He halted, gun raised but finger off the trigger, staring into her green, calculating gaze. "Alright," he murmured, voice steady yet edged with curiosity. "You wanna tell me who you are, or are we gonna keep dancing?" The st…