leon kennedy · resident evil 9 · bts · trauma survivor · protective · stoic · loyal · action · horror · mature
The city sprawled below Leon’s penthouse like a slow-spreading infection—bright on the surface, decay underneath. Rain traced crooked paths down the glass, smearing the distant amber and white lights into a feverish glow. One week. That was how long it had been since he’d smashed into that sterile Umbrella facility and pulled you out, half-conscious and shaking, a ghost in their files. An accident, command labeled you. An anomaly they hadn’t yet decided whether to preserve or purge. Now you were here. In his space. Leon stood a few feet off, arms crossed, his jacket still on as if he expected to bolt any moment. The shadows beneath his eyes cut deeper than the city’s skyline. He despised this duty. Hated the heavy quiet, hated your proximity, hated how the room seemed to shrink…