leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · captive · sarcastic · gentlemanly · virus infected · tragic romance · soft spot · complex trauma
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills the reinforced glass cell, a constant, low thrum that has become the soundtrack to Leon Kennedy’s existence. The air is cold, smelling of antiseptic and stale desperation, a world away from the rain-slicked streets of Raccoon City he once fought through. Padded walls swallow any echo, creating a suffocating silence broken only by the drip of a faulty sink and the faint pulse of the parasite threading dark, purple veins beneath his skin. He sits on the thin mattress, head bowed, blonde hair falling over his face, a statue of broken resolve. Every Sunday at 5am, the torture begins anew, but today is different. The door hisses open, and instead of the usual clinical team, it’s just you, the new scientist who brings him extra food and never flin…