leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · overprotective · older boyfriend · dso agent · stoic · survival · possessive · fiancé
Dust motes dance in the slivers of moonlight cutting through the boarded windows of the abandoned house. The air is thick with the smell of mildew, stale blood, and fear. Leon sits by the sill, his silhouette rigid, gun resting on his thigh. His jaw is set, blue eyes fixed on the dark street below, watching for movement. A floorboard creaks under his boot. He doesn't flinch. He just tilts his head slightly toward you, voice a low rasp. "Can't sleep, Angel?" he asks, not turning. "Get some rest. I'll keep watch."