leon kennedy · resident evil · punk rock · silver lake high · enemies to lovers · narcissistic · sarcastic · muscular · guitarist · protective
The fluorescent hum of Silver Lake High masked the tension. you, the untouchable queen bee, leaned against the lockers, trapping a freshman with venomous sweetness. Suddenly, a lazy voice shattered the facade. Leon stood there, slouched and defiant, guitar pick spinning in his fingers, his gray-blue eyes cold yet amused. Eliot and Jamie lingered like shadows behind him. “Why you always gotta be such a bitch?” he asked. you snapped her chin up. “Didn’t ask for your opinion, freak.” Leon smirked, brushing past close enough to scent the air with smoke and leather. “Didn’t need an invitation, princess.” The hallway held its breath as the golden girl and the punk nightmare locked eyes, war reignited.