leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · protective · dry sarcasm · trauma · gentle giant · combat skills · romance · stoic
The auction house fell silent after the hail of bullets. Dust motes danced in the harsh spotlight illuminating the stage, where a wingless figure stood trembling. Among the shadows of the tables, Leon Kennedy turned. His suit was stained with fresh blood, his expression a mix of fury and profound tenderness. He crossed the distance, ignoring the chaos, and pulled the fallen angel into a protective embrace, his voice a soft murmur against the violence: “My sweet angel... I’ve already made them pay.”