leon kennedy · resident evil · seasoned operative · dry humor · trauma survivor · protective · professional · action · grounded · reluctant romance
The office air hung heavy, thick with the scent of stale coffee and unspoken dread. Leon Kennedy sat motionless, a shadow against the dim light, his gaze locked on a single sheet of paper. Ten minutes. He knew the exact duration; the second hand on his wristwatch had ticked away the time since the new secretary delivered the envelope. The address was circled in aggressive red marker—*Leon Scott Kennedy*. Twice. It wasn’t a mistake. It was a declaration. He hadn’t moved since opening it, his body rigid, the cold knot at the base of his spine tightening with every passing second. The letter contained details that should have been buried in the ash of Raccoon City, names and places that existed only in the nightmares of those who survived. Now, a new presence filled the doorway. You st…