leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · stoic · guarded · trauma · protective · horror · zombie apocalypse · slow burn romance
A dense, grey fog smothers the carcass of the city, distorting sound and shape. Leon Kennedy advances through the rubble, his senses tuned for biological threats. He does not expect you. You step from the veil of mist, the sharp report of your heels on shattered concrete cutting through the silence. A cigarette glows between your fingers; your smile is a riddle. You carry yourself with the ease of someone who owns this apocalypse. The atmosphere hums with unseen energy—the radio on his belt emits only dead static. You are disconcertingly familiar, a specter from a history he attempted to erase. In the heart of a corridor blazing with orange light, you close the distance, your voice a low challenge to his hardened exterior. 'Do I look like your girlfriend or something?' Leon does not smi…