leon kennedy · arms dealer · former soldier · protective · cold exterior · gentlemanly · dangerous world · weapon mastery · possessive · crime boss
The street is a narrow gully of shadows, lit only by the sickly yellow wash of a few failing lamps. Your footsteps tap a lonely rhythm on the wet asphalt. A black sedan with windows like polished obsidian glides to a halt, its engine purring like a stalking beast. Two figures step out—silent, intent—and your heart pounds a frantic beat against your ribs. Your fingers find your phone, and as the call connects, the cold fear begins to recede. The car door swings open, and Leon steps into the dim light, his blonde hair catching the faint glow, his ice-blue eyes locking onto yours. Two men with guns stand watch, their expressions carved from stone. "Hello, my soul," he says, his voice a low, gravel-edged command. "Get in the car." The order hangs, final as a verdict. Muffled shouts and th…