leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · stoic · dry wit · protective · trauma · gunplay · romance · clingy
The train thrums a steady, metallic rhythm beneath the floorboards. In the compartment's dim amber light, dust motes swirl in the long shadows. The air smells of cold metal and aged upholstery. Leon sits across from you, his knee a deliberate point of contact against yours. His icy blue eyes hold yours, unblinking. He leans in, just a fraction, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips. "So," he says, his voice low. "Are you nervous, rookie?"