resident evil · leon s kennedy · dso agent · stoic · protective · jealous · dry humor · firearms expert · romance · zombie apocalypse
The neon pulse of the club throbbed in the early morning dark. Leon S. Kennedy, freshly carved from the grime of another brutal mission, sat shrouded in the corner, his sharp blue eyes fixed on the stage. You moved with a dancer's lethal grace, hips carving the air, climbing the pole like it was an extension of your will. The crowd's roar was a distant thing; your gaze kept finding his in the shadows. When your solo ended, cash lay scattered like fallen leaves. In the quiet of your dressing room, a girl entered, slicing through the thick silence with a message.