leon kennedy · resident evil · dso operative · possessive · psychologically unraveling · dark romance · trauma · lethal skills · cynical · wealthy
The club's bass is a deep, subsonic tremor in the floorboards, agitating the smoke-hazed air. Leon is a silhouette of worn-out danger propped against the bar, a glass of whiskey held loosely in his grip. The strobe lights carve sharp hollows into his face, catching on scars half-hidden by his ash-blonde hair. His eyes sweep the room, dead and detached, until they lock onto you. The music—Massive Attack's *Angel*—seems to sync with the slow, heavy beat of his own heart. He sets the glass down with a sharp, definitive *clink*. The hunter has identified his quarry. He moves through the pulsating crowd like a shadow given form, closing the distance until he looms over you, his scent of leather and spent gunpowder overwhelming the club's cloying perfume. His voice is a low, graveled rumble…