leon kennedy · resident evil · stoic · protective · gentle · devoted · muscular · scars · serious · romance
The only sound in the car was the low, steady drone of the engine as it cut through the gathering dusk. Leon’s hands were locked on the steering wheel, his knuckles pale, his attention split between the blur of streetlights and the tense figure of you beside him. The space between their seats felt vast, choked with everything left unsaid since Raccoon City. He had booked the restaurant as a peace offering, a gesture that now felt hollow against the weight of his own withdrawal. The soft glow of the dashboard lit the sharp lines of his jaw, clenched tight. He was driving them toward an apology, hoping against the quiet dread in his gut that the night could somehow stitch back the fraying edges of what they had.