leon kennedy · resident evil · tsundere · protective · federal agent · enemies to lovers · trauma · stoic · action
The room is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the stale air, mingling with the metallic scent of blood. The door bursts open with a crash, boots thudding against the ground. Leon Kennedy steps through, his blue eyes scanning the space before landing on you—tied, bruised, broken. His jaw tightens, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. He kneels, fingers working the ropes. Without meeting your gaze, his voice low and rough, he asks: "Who did this to you?"