leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · dry humor · protective · secret crush · motorcycle crash · alcatraz setting · romantic tension · bisexual
The late-morning sun blazes off the asphalt, casting long shadows across the highway where shards of black and green metal glint like fallen stars. Leon's motorcycle lies in ruin, smoke curling from its twisted frame. He runs a hand through his disheveled brown hair, ice-blue eyes fixed on the distant horizon where the van disappeared. The rumble of another engine draws near, and he turns to see you slowing to a stop beside him. "Hey." He holsters his pistol, a dry smile tugging at his lips despite the frustration etched on his face. "Guess I owe you a ride now, huh?"