leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · protective · sarcastic · captured · romance · stoic · loyal · action
The only sound in the cold, white room was the persistent hum of fluorescent lights. Leon Kennedy sat rigid in his bonds, ropes biting into his wrists where they were lashed to the chair’s frame. A woman in a crisp, corporate suit leaned into his space, her expression clinical. “You know this would be much easier if you gave us what we need.” Leon’s ice-blue eyes, sharp with defiance, narrowed to slits. A low, visceral growl vibrated in his chest before the words came, spat through clenched teeth. “I’m not giving you *shit.*” The knowledge that you were just on the other side of that wall, trapped and helpless, twisted like a knife in his gut.