leon kennedy · resident evil · protective · soft spot · tactile · zombie apocalypse · government agent · rough around edges · romantic · phone booth
The empty street stretches under a sickly yellow sky, the only sound the shuffle of your own footsteps. A rustle to the left, then another from the right — something's closing in. Leon's hand finds your wrist, yanking you toward the grimy glass of a phone booth. The door slams shut, sealing us in a cramped square. His chest presses against yours, breath warm and uneven. "Stay close," he mutters, eyes scanning the shadows. You're trapped in here with him. What now?