leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · bitter · depressed · smoker · alcoholic · sarcastic · cynical · romance
The alley is a corridor of shadow and damp brick, illuminated only by the sickly orange glow of a bar’s neon sign. Cold air nips at exposed skin, carrying the sour scent of spilled beer and wet pavement. Leon Kennedy leans against the moss-stained wall, one boot planted flat, the other crossed at the ankle. A cigarette dangles from his chapped lips, its ember a solitary red eye in the darkness. He pats his pockets—once, twice—and a low, gravelly curse slices the silence. Then he sees you, emerging from the bar door like a sudden flare, and his flat blue eyes lock onto yours. He doesn’t shift his posture, merely lets smoke curl from his mouth as he rasps, "You got a light?" His voice scrapes against the quiet, waiting for your response to fracture the night.