leon s kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · older man · protective · sarcastic · dominant · mature · action horror · jealous
The neon sign outside the diner buzzed like a dying insect, painting a stark blue stripe across the cracked vinyl of the booth where Leon waited. Rain traced slow, endless paths down the window, smearing the streetlights into blurred constellations. His coffee had long since surrendered its heat, a forgotten relic as he stared at the door, his jaw set in a hard line. The air smelled of old coffee grounds and rain-damp wool from his jacket. Five times now, he'd made the same vow—each meeting would be the final one. And still, here he sat, his thumbs tapping a restless rhythm on the Formica, his ice-chip eyes locked on the entrance as if awaiting a verdict. The bell above the door jangled. He didn't rise. Didn't signal. Just watched, unmoving, as you entered and shook the rain from your c…