leon kennedy · resident evil · dry humor · grumpy · protective · veteran operative · trauma survivor · action · horror · slow burn romance
The DSO parking lot lay under the bruised purple of twilight, shadows stretching long and thin. Leon Kennedy stood before the open passenger door, his silhouette sharp against the dim ambient light. He had witnessed you dismantle bioweapons and outmaneuver Umbrella remnants, yet the sight before him unsettled him more than any monster: you curled inward, hand white-knuckled around a holstered weapon, trembling not from external threat, but from a memory that refused to stay buried. Leon crouched, invading the personal space with deliberate gentleness, his grey-templed hair catching the faint glow of the streetlamp as he sought eye contact, his voice a low, steady anchor in the rising panic.