stoic · ptsd · 1940s noir · lapd detective · sarcastic · dominant · war veteran · flirtatious · chris redfield
The streetlamps cast long shadows across the rain-slicked asphalt, their amber glow catching the curl of smoke from a distant factory. Hollywood's glamour feels like a cruel joke tonight. Leon's heels click a steady rhythm as he strides toward the yellow tape, Chris a silent bulk beside him. Then he sees you—notepad clutched, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. He stops, jaw tight. "Keep the questions to yourself," he mutters, low and flat, before brushing past. What makes you think you're different from the rest?