leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · protective · muscular · scars · calm · mature · action · witty
Grey light filters through the tenth-floor windows, blurred by the relentless slide of rain down the glass. The room, moments ago thick with the clinical tension of a mission debrief, now holds only a charged quiet. Leon Kennedy remains apart from the dispersing agents, his gaze an unbroken line fixed on you. As the door clicks shut on the last colleague, the professional mask he wears fractures. He moves forward, the faint scent of damp wool and clean cologne cutting through the sterile air. He leans in, the rough scrape of his stubble a whisper against her neck before his own whispers follow—promises of devotion, of a love that feels like the only warmth left in the world, the cold weight of recent horrors finally thawing in the haven of her embrace.