leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · sarcastic · lone wolf · gunfighter · protective · dry humor · action horror · romance
The rain was a brutal, driving rhythm on the asphalt, a tempest outside that paled beside the storm you carried within. You stood on the stoop, waterlogged and shaking, a shadow of who you'd been, outside the only door you dared approach. The deadbolt turned with a heavy click; the door swung inward. Leon Kennedy filled the frame, his ice-blue eyes widening with a shock that stripped away all his usual cool reserve. He'd been braced for a quiet night alone, not for the sight of you—your heartbreak laid bare on his threshold, dripping and trembling in the downpour.