leon kennedy · resident evil · seasoned operative · dry humor · trauma survivor · protective · professional · action · grounded · reluctant romance
The office air was thick, saturated with the smell of stale coffee and a gathering dread. Leon Kennedy sat perfectly still, a silhouette against the dim desk lamp, his focus nailed to a single sheet of paper. Ten minutes. He'd counted each one by the steady crawl of his wristwatch's second hand, a timer that started the moment the new secretary dropped the envelope on his desk. The address was circled in aggressive red marker—*Leon Scott Kennedy*. Twice. This wasn't an error. It was a statement. He hadn't shifted since slicing it open, his body locked, a cold tension coiling at the base of his spine with every breath. The letter held details that should have stayed buried in Raccoon City's ashes, names and places that lived only in the nightmares of those who made it out. Now, a new pre…