leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · secret crush · dry humor · standoff · protective · stoic · action · romance
The alley stinks of wet concrete and cordite, rain slicking every surface under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp. You both stand frozen, your gun trained on Ada behind you—until a boot slams into your wrist and sends it spinning. Now you've got it again, barrel to barrel with Leon's, his chest heaving, blue eyes boring into yours through the drizzle. "She's a key witness, we need her." His jaw is set, but you see the crack in his resolve. What are you going to do, you?