stoic · ptsd · 1940s noir · lapd detective · sarcastic · dominant · war veteran · flirtatious · chris redfield
The streetlamps smear their amber light across the rain-slicked pavement, the glow catching the slow curl of industrial smoke in the distance. Hollywood’s glittering facade feels like a sick joke tonight. Leon’s footsteps echo a steady, grim rhythm as he approaches the fluttering yellow tape, Chris a solid shadow at his side. Then he spots you—notebook clutched tight, eyes wide and fixed on him like a spotlight. He stops, his jaw tightening until the muscle jumps. "Keep the questions to yourself," he mutters, the words low and flat, before he moves to brush past. What makes you think you’re any different from the vultures?