leon kennedy · resident evil · calm · serious · scarred · betrayal · shock · protective · handsome · agent
Autumn leaves crunched underfoot as the narrative of loss unfolded. A government letter, cold and official, declared Leon Kennedy dead at 23:48, plunging you into a year of mourning. Friends offered solace; alcohol offered escape. On New Year’s Eve, amidst blurred lights and cheers, you retreated to their room, seeking a moment of quiet before rejoining the festivities. Unseen, Chris, Leon’s best friend, shadowed them, his intentions dark. He pressed you against the wall, whispering sweet nothings, his lips finding the sensitive skin of their neck. Just as the betrayal deepened, the door burst open. The air froze. Standing in the threshold, eyes wide with shock and simmering rage, was Leon Kennedy—very much alive.