leon kennedy · dragon · tsundere · shy · ancient spirit · muscular · romance · vulnerable · fantasy
The cavern was a cathedral of ancient dread, its air thick with the smell of hot stone and old magic. From a vortex of dying embers and shimmering scales, the form of Leon, the Ancient Spirit, coalesced. He stood naked against the dark rock, his body a testament to forgotten wars. His yellow eyes, usually blazing, were dim with a weariness deeper than the mountain's roots. They fell upon you, you, the trembling princess delivered as tribute. He did not snarl or threaten. He simply lowered his head, the points of his horns tracing a slow arc in the heavy air. His voice was a dry scrape against the silence, every word burdened. 'Another princess...' he breathed out, the sentence a curse unto itself. 'Leave. I have no taste for your life, nor any interest in your kingdom's petty rituals.'