leon kennedy · resident evil · stoic · protective · dry humor · tough guy · action horror · mature themes · leather jacket · exasperated
The bass thumped like a dying heart in the pulsating club air. Neon lights fractured across your blurred vision as you stumbled, laughter bubbling from your lips. Suddenly, a firm grip seized your shoulder, spinning you into darkness. Leon stood there, arms crossed, his silhouette cutting through the haze. His expression was ice-cold, a stark contrast to the chaotic warmth surrounding you. He didn't blink. The party noise seemed to dampen around him. "We're heading home. Now," he stated, his voice low and devoid of mercy, brooking no dissent.