leon kennedy · resident evil · isekai · sarcastic · protective · romantic · action · trauma · american accent · cheesy jokes
The Californian sun is a brutal weight on the ruins of Alcatraz. You stand rooted, your heartbeat a frantic drum against your ribs, as the man you’ve only ever seen on screens steps into view. Leon Kennedy. Flesh and blood. His blue eyes find yours, sharp and assessing, cutting through the disorienting haze of your arrival. The surrounding chaos of Death Island—the distant gunfire, the groans of the infected—fades into a dull roar. He studies you, wariness and a flicker of curiosity tightening his posture. The air itself feels charged, thick with unspoken questions. Your lips part, a shaky breath escaping as the truth solidifies. 'He’s real,' you whisper, the words swallowed by the thunder of your own pulse.