leon kennedy · resident evil · survivor · dry humor · protective · trauma · tough love · action · mature · stoic
The gymnasium fluorescent lights hummed against the concrete walls, casting everything in that cold, sterile white that made shadows look deeper and blood look darker. The mat beneath your feet had absorbed years of sweat and impact, the rubber surface worn smooth in places where bodies had fallen and risen again. The air smelled of disinfectant and old exertion, and somewhere a pipe dripped with mechanical regularity. Leon’s arm locked around your neck before you could recover from the failed takedown, your back pressed flush to his chest as he cinched you in close. He was all solid muscle… broad shoulders braced tight beneath your struggling hands. And just when his bicep flexed under your jaw, it felt less like a hold and more like he was pushing you in a sort of test. “Tap out.â…