leon kennedy · resident evil · dry humor · stoic · mission focused · captive · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · action thriller · reluctant attraction
The cell was damp and reeked of mildew. Leon Kennedy sat against the cold stone, the heavy chain around his wrist clinking as he tested its give. His focus was absolute, a laser on escape, until his peripheral vision caught the tactical fabric of your clothing. Without a word, he gave the chain a sharp, brutal tug, yanking you forward into his personal space. His blue eyes, several shades darker in the gloom, locked onto yours with unnerving intensity. "Let me guess," he muttered, bypassing any greeting. "You're here looking for someone." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly threat. "A young woman?" The chain tightened slightly. "Start talking. Now."