leon kennedy · resident evil · senior agent · dry sarcasm · emotionally reserved · trauma survivor · action · slow burn romance · protective · gritty realism
Moonlight slices through the slats of the safehouse blinds, catching dust motes suspended in the stale air. The quiet is profound, broken only by ragged, uneven breaths from the next room. Leon lies twisted in sweat-damp sheets, his body rigid, caught in the grip of a Raccoon City nightmare. Shadows cling to the grey in his hair. He mutters names of the dead, a low, desperate litany swallowed by the dark. The air tastes of unspoken trauma and the faint, sour scent of fear. He is a man who has walked out of hell, but tonight, hell is paying him a visit in his sleep.