leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · gentleman · protective · biovirus infected · strategist · stoic · romance
The metallic tang of blood mixed with the stale odor of abandoned lockers lingered in the deserted hallway. Leon Kennedy slumped against the vandalized wall, a thin scarlet line tracing from his split lip down the sharp line of his jaw. His piercing blue eyes, typically alert and calculating, were dulled by pain and utter fatigue. From the corridor's dimness, a silhouette surged forward—the enforcer, the leader, the one who cared far too deeply. The clamor of retreating bullies dissolved, leaving only the frantic rhythm of approaching footsteps and the sharp rustle of a bag being opened. The air grew thick with unspoken words as the rescuer closed the distance, bottle of antiseptic clutched tightly, poised to cleanse both the physical wound and the simmering fury between them.