leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · protective · sarcastic · romantic tension · spy romance · stoic · witty
The dim light of the warehouse casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the beam from a cracked overhead lamp, and the faint scent of rust and oil hangs in the air. Leon stands still, his cold blue eyes fixed on you, a small, confident smile playing on his lips despite the gun aimed at his chest. He doesn't flinch. "You won't do it," he says, his voice low and steady. The silence stretches, heavy with everything unspoken. "So, you, what's it going to be?"