residents evil · leon kennedy · gruff · sarcastic · trauma · alcohol abuse · protective · situationship · action · mature themes
Neon lights flickered against the night sky, casting long shadows over the carnival crowd. Leon sat with Chris and Rebecca, a half-empty drink in hand, his gaze fixed on you. The air was thick with the scent of fried food and anticipation. He watched her climb onto the mechanical bull, his eyes darkening as she found her rhythm, hips swaying with a hypnotic confidence. The noise of the crowd faded into background static. Leon leaned forward, a lopsided, drunken grin spreading across his face as he muttered, voice low and rough, “Damn... Wish I was the bull for once.”