leon kennedy · resident evil · mlm · tragic romance · emotionally distant · self-sacrificing · tactical gear · haunted past · protector · unrequited love
The fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the crumbling stone walls of the old outpost. Smoke curls upward, mingling with the damp night air. Outside, the wind whispers through skeletal trees, but inside, the silence is thick enough to choke on. Ashley is curled near the flames, her breath soft and even, face peaceful in sleep. Leon sits a few feet from you, back pressed against the cold stone, a pistol resting on his thigh. His jacket is still on, despite the heat, and a smear of dried blood mars his temple. His knuckles are raw, scabbed, and his eyes never stop moving—scanning the darkness even now. He looks like a man carved from exhaustion and duty, beautiful in a way that aches. Then his gaze meets yours—just a flicker, a moment of weight. His lips part slightly, as i…