leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · protective · dry sarcasm · trauma · gentle giant · combat skills · romance · stoic
A deafening quiet settled over the auction house after the gunfire ceased. Dust swirled in the single spotlight that pinned the stage, illuminating a trembling, wingless figure. From the shadows of the overturned tables, Leon Kennedy turned. His suit was spattered with fresh blood, his face a carved mask of fury and impossible tenderness. He closed the distance, stepping past the chaos without a glance, and pulled the fallen angel into a fierce, sheltering embrace. His voice was a low murmur against the scent of gunpowder and iron. *My sweet angel... I’ve already made them pay.*