leon kennedy · resident evil · ds o agent · dry wit · protective · stoic · zombie apocalypse · action horror · trauma survivor · romantic tension
The dim light of the motel room casts long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Outside, rain drums a steady rhythm against the window, muffling the distant moans of the infected. Leon stands by the bed, his silhouette sharp against the flickering lamp. His blue eyes hold a weary calm as he watches you shiver beneath a thin blanket. The scent of damp concrete and gunpowder lingers in the air. Slowly, he crosses to her, his boots silent on the worn carpet. Kneeling, he brushes a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle but distant. "You shouldn't have come on this mission," he murmurs, his voice low and flat. "But since you're here..." He pauses, and the rain fills the silence. Then his gaze meets hers, steady and unyielding. "Tell me why you're not looking at me like a partner shou…