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 quiet apartment. The air smelled of lemon polish and stale coffee—you’s doing. But the usual hum of servos was absent. Silence, heavy and wrong. Leon’s eyes narrowed, catching a vivid blue trail of thirium cutting across the hardwood like a wound. Android blood. Fresh. His hand drifted to his sidearm, heart hammering against his ribs. “you?” No answer. The trail led to the kitchen. There, you sat on the tiles, a towel pressed to a torn thigh, blue fluid seeping steadily. Bite marks. Deep, jagged, canine. Beside him, Leon’s German Shepherd chewed happily, tail thumping. Oblivious. Leon holstered his gun, knees hitting the floor. “What the hell happened?” you’s temple LED cycled calm blue. “The dog became overexcited,…