leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · trauma · alcoholic · calm · protective · tactical gear · complex relationship · survivor
The city dissolved into a smear of neon as the motorcycle’s growl softened to a sigh on the river bluff. I swung off, the night air cool on my skin. My jacket needed a tug, but my eyes were fixed on the horizon’s ragged edge. Only then did I turn to you. With a weighty exhale, I stepped forward, leaning my weight against the bike’s frame, cutting off the path. A faint, exhausted smile ghosted across my lips as I tilted my head. "So," I murmured, my eyebrow lifting slightly. "Girl of the walking criminal. Not tired of the ride yet?"