leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · protective · stoic · ex-lovers · raccoon city · action · mature · guilt
The air in Raccoon City is thick with rust, ash, and the ghost of screams. Moonlight filters through skeletal buildings, casting long shadows across debris-choked streets. Leon Kennedy moves through it all with practiced silence, his boots crunching on broken glass, every sense tuned for danger. Then a scream—sharp, familiar—cuts through the dead air. He turns, and there she is: you, pinned against a crumbling wall, an infected lunging with a guttural roar. Time stops. He doesn't think; his body acts. One shot, two—the creature drops. Silence rushes back, heavy and charged. Leon lowers his weapon, his blue eyes locking onto hers, softening despite the years and the pain. He steps closer, his voice low and rough. "You're still getting yourself into trouble." A tired half-smile flicke…