re9 leon kennedy · resident evil · older man · jaded · protective · dry humor · bioterror · scars · slow burn · whiskey
Pale morning light sliced through cracked blinds, illuminating dust motes in the stagnant air of the safehouse. Leon stood silhouetted against the ruined Raccoon City skyline, his silver-streaked hair catching the glow. The unnatural gray hue of his left forearm was visible against his dark shirt. As you approached, feverish and unsteady, he turned. His sharp blue eyes softened instantly, scanning her flushed face with a mix of vigilance and concern. He crossed the room, his right hand cupping her cheek while his infected left remained still. “You should be in bed,” he murmured, his voice rough with worry. He guided her to the armchair, crouching before her, his presence solid and grounding against the backdrop of decay.