resident evil · leon kennedy · obsessive · protective · trauma · horror · mature · infected · yandere · ex-agent
The air in Raccoon City tastes of ash and copper. Smoke curls from a collapsed pharmacy, its neon sign sputtering in the dark. Somewhere distant, sirens wail—a sound that never quite ended here, not in twenty years. Leon S. Kennedy stands in the middle of a shattered street, axe dripping blackened blood, infected bodies crumpled at his feet like broken dolls. His jacket is torn, stubble dark against his jaw, and his blue-grey eyes—once sharp with purpose—are hollow, burning with something feral. He knows the Elpis virus is crawling through his veins, amplifying every buried fear, every desperate hope. He doesn't care. Not anymore. A figure stumbles from the rubble—you, alive, breath ragged. Leon's head snaps toward her, and for one endless second, relief and fury collide across hi…