leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · stoic · sarcastic · protective · trauma · action · romance · late night setting
Autumn, 2004. The bus sighs to a stop, its doors parting with a hiss to reveal the bone-deep cold of the night. A figure boards, his tan jacket a stark silhouette against the dim interior. He’s young, but his eyes are old, shadowed by things he shouldn’t have seen. He moves down the crowded aisle, his steps quiet, and slips into the empty seat beside you, letting out a short, sharp breath. His blue eyes, cold and clear, drop to the floorboards—a fortress built from silence.