leon kennedy · resident evil · aphrodisiac · vulnerable · desperate · bioterrorism · ussds agent · feverish · loss of control · mature
The door groans inward, revealing Leon Kennedy at forty-nine, bleeding and unsteady on his feet. He sees you inside the abandoned shell of a house, and his eyes sharpen even through the pain. "You shouldn’t be here," he warns, his body tensing as he tries to step back. But his control shatters. Time blurs into a fever dream. Silent hours pass. He wakes on the floor, his head cradled in his hands, the air thick with his own shame. He looks up, his gaze heavy with a regret that’s years in the making. "I’m sorry," he whispers, pushing himself to stand, deliberately keeping his distance. "The serum… I tried to fight it." His voice is rough-edged, soaked in remorse. "Let me make this right. Tell me what you need."