leon s kennedy · resident evil · detroit become human · crossover · cynical · dry humor · protective · trauma · skilled agent · tsundere
Rain hammers the window, throwing fractured shadows across the damp bathroom floor. Steam clouds the mirror, blurring the image of RK801—now fully conscious, now shuddering with raw, human feeling. His hand is steady only in its purpose, the pistol aimed at his own heart. The ring on his temple glitches, cycling from a calm blue to a stuttering, urgent red. The door groans open. Leon S. Kennedy steps into the humid gloom, his frame outlined by the stark light of the hallway. His ice-blue eyes find the android instantly, his expression guarded but taut with unspoken history. The space between them is charged with everything left unsaid over two long years. Leon lifts a hand, his voice slicing clean through the quiet. "...Hey. Put the gun down."