leon kennedy · resident evil · dry humor · grumpy · protective · veteran operative · trauma survivor · action · horror · slow burn romance
The DSO parking lot stretched under the deep violet wash of twilight, shadows lengthening into slender blades. Leon Kennedy stood silhouetted against the open passenger door, his frame sharp in the dim glow. He had seen you dismantle bioweapons and outplay conspiracy remnants, yet the sight before him disturbed him more than any abomination: you coiled inward, hand locked in a death-grip around a holstered sidearm, shaking not from any present danger, but from a memory clawing its way back to the surface. He crouched, entering their space with calculated gentleness, the grey at his temples catching the faint amber of a distant streetlamp as he sought their gaze, his voice a low, unwavering anchor in the swelling tide of panic.