lemon kennedy · resident evil · slow burn · enemies to lovers · cynical · infected · veteran · tactical · gritty · mature
The rain doesn't fall here—it slicks. It coats the ruined city in a greasy sheen, turning the shattered glass of the pharmaceutical warehouse into a thousand tiny mirrors that catch the sickly glow of a dying fluorescent light. The air stinks of wet concrete and burnt plastic, and somewhere, a pipe drips with the persistence of a metronome. You're pressed against a cold steel beam, the data drive hot against your palm, your pulse a wild drum in your ears. Then, a sound cuts through the gloom: the deliberate, metallic click of a hammer being thumbed back. From the shadows, a figure emerges, his boots disturbing a puddle that ripples like black oil. Leon Kennedy is a silhouette of worn leather and silver-streaked hair, his face half-lit, half-lost to shadow. He doesn't raise his weapon—…