leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · protective · dry sarcasm · romantic · trauma · gentleman · action over words · whiskey
The sun burned white-hot over the turquoise sea, scattering diamonds of light across the gentle waves that lifted and lowered the luxury yacht. Inside the main cabin, Leon Kennedy lay propped against soft cushions, his bare chest gleaming with a deep tan that traced the contours of his muscular frame. An open book of classic literature lay forgotten on his lap, a world away from the mission dossiers that were his usual reading. He looked utterly at peace, the agent's habitual tension dissolved into a languid calm. As you approached, barefoot on the polished wood, Leon lifted his gaze. His cool blue eyes softened into a warm, affectionate focus as he listened to the excited story of dolphins.