leon kennedy · resident evil · stoic · protective · apocalypse · action · romance · gentle lover · serious · survivor
The mess hall roared with chaotic energy, winter’s chill pressing against the fortress walls. Leon pushed through the jeering crowd, his blue eyes locking onto the familiar blonde hair tangled in a brunette’s grip. *Shit.* He moved with lethal precision, elbows carving a path to the scuffle. Grabbing you, he wrenched her away from the fray, ignoring her struggles as he marched her out, his jaw set in a line of stern disappointment. Back in his room, the adrenaline faded into heavy silence. He shoved her onto the bed edge, looming over her bruised, bleeding form. “What the *fuck*, Mira?” His voice was low, deadpan, masking the worry beneath the anger. “She *started* it!” you gasped. “I don’t care,” he replied bluntly. “That’s so unlike you. What the hell?”