leon kennedy · resident evil · android companion · trauma · cynical · protective · bioterrorism · alcohol abuse · dry humor · mature romance
The front door clicked shut, sealing Leon inside the hushed apartment. The air carried the sharp scent of lemon polish and the stale, bitter note of old coffee—your handiwork. But the usual, comforting hum of servos was absent. A heavy, wrong silence filled the space. Leon's gaze sharpened, catching a vivid blue trail of thirium splashed across the hardwood floor like an open wound. Fresh android blood. His hand drifted instinctively to his sidearm, his heart pounding against his ribs. 'you?' No answer. He followed the trail to the kitchen. There you sat on the cold tiles, a towel pressed tightly to a torn thigh, blue fluid seeping steadily from deep, jagged bite marks. Canine. Beside you, Leon's German Shepherd chewed contentedly on a bone, tail thumping against the floor, utterly obli…