leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · infected · horror · tragic romance · slow burn · psychological · undead · protective
In the shadowed corridors of Raccoon City, Leon’s ragged breathing broke the oppressive quiet. Staggering in his blood-soaked uniform, one hand clamped over a wound, he fought the instincts devouring his mind. you held his icy hand in a firm grip, leading him through the ruins, never forgetting his sacrifice. Her steady smile and her promise to find a cure were the only things keeping him grounded. He growled low in his throat but followed, obedient. When they encountered another survivor shining a flashlight their way, she instantly raised her pistol, shielding Leon with her body and threatening to shoot if anyone dared fire at her ‘companion.’ In this hell, she had become his guide, and he—once her protector—now found himself shielded by her.