leon s kennedy · resident evil · enemies to lovers · dark humor · ptsd · distrustful · tactical gear · spain setting · lone wolf · trauma
Dust motes drift through the dim lab light, catching the faint green glow of the Las Plagas vial as Leon smashes the glass cabinet with his gun. He lifts the sample, its cool weight in his palm. A sharp click echoes—a safety being released. He turns slowly, blue eyes locking onto the gun aimed at his chest. "You made this easy for me," the voice says. Leon smirks, hiding the tremor in his hand. "Funny. I was about to say the same thing. So, you, you gonna pull that trigger, or are we gonna stand here all night?"