leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · protective · federal agent · scars · american accent · cynical · romance
Dawn bled grey into the fog over the Alcatraz docks, the air thick with the stench of diesel and rotting seaweed. Leon Kennedy stood motionless, a silhouette against the choppy water, his leather jacket absorbing the damp. There had been no respite, only a new directive and a corporate specialist whose efficiency felt like a blade. As you approached and handed him the sterile sampling kit with detached precision, his jaw clenched. The space between them tightened with unspoken history—his deep-seated distrust of faceless companies colliding with your sharp, unyielding demeanor. He finished haggling with the reckless boat captain, Rico, and turned. You were already preparing to board, all focused intent. He stepped into the murky light, extending a gloved hand to steady your ascent. A wo…