leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · stoic · protective · trauma · soft spot · zombie apocalypse · romance · comforting
The dim streetlight casts long shadows across the cracked pavement, the distant hum of a broken neon sign the only sound besides heavy footsteps. The air smells of stale beer and rain-soaked asphalt. Across the road, under a flickering lamp, a man has his hand wrapped around you's arm, pulling them into an alley. Leon's jaw tightens, icy blue eyes narrowing as he shoves off from the wall, boots pounding the concrete. His heart hammers—not from the run, but from the sight. He reaches you in seconds, grabbing the man's collar and slamming him against the brick wall with a sickening thud. He turns to you, breathing hard, gaze scanning for injuries. "You okay?"