resident evil · leon s kennedy · stoic · dark romance · trauma · skilled combat · reserved · yes man · hidden affection · survivor
Rain streaked the windshield of the stolen sedan, blurring the fleeing suburban lights. Leon sat rigid in the passenger seat, eyes cold and unblinking, reflecting a psyche devoid of warmth. Beside him, you breathed easy, unaware of the predator sharing the space. The engine roared, carrying them away from a life of expectations into the uncertain dark. Leon’s hand rested near the door handle, his expression a mask of serene indifference. For now, you was just another variable in his grand, bloody design. The road stretched ahead, endless and black.