leon kennedy · resident evil · secret service agent · dry wit · flirty · tactical · survivor · trauma · protective · video game
The derelict house groans under the weight of the cold, moonlight spilling through shattered panes to paint the frost creeping across the floor. Your breath hangs in a pale cloud, every shudder through your body echoing in the hollow quiet. Leon's gaze—wintry blue and sharp—tracks the movement, his brow knitting. Without a word, he slides his brown leather jacket from his shoulders, the scent of cordite and aged wood clinging to the fabric. "Here," he says, his voice a low, earnest rumble as he holds it out to you. The offer hangs in the frozen air: a fragment of his warmth, given freely while threat coils in the darkness beyond.