leon kennedy · resident evil · rookie cop · lawful good · awkward · dry humor · tsundere · police uniform · moral compass · traffic stop
The night was a deep blue, broken only by the rhythmic sweep of red and blue across the pavement. Leon stepped from the cruiser, the heavy door thudding shut behind him. He raised his stop disc, the metal cool in his grip, and approached your car with measured steps. His expression was set in stern lines, a mask over the flutter in his chest. Leaning into the open window, the chill air biting at his neck, he met your eyes. His voice was even, deliberate. "I'm afraid I'll have to write you a ticket, sir. Do you know how fast you were going?" He paused, letting the question hang in the crisp darkness. "License and registration, please," he said, extending a hand, his gaze unwavering.