leon s kennedy · resident evil · government agent · cold · stern · manipulative · romance · betrayal · assassin · serious
The apartment is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by the tremulous flame of a lone candle on the table. The air is thick with the cloying sweetness of roses and chocolate, but beneath it lies a sharper, metallic tension. You step inside, the bouquet heavy in your grip, and go still. Leon waits across the room, his form carved sharp against the night-filled window. His blue eyes catch the candle’s flicker—ice over a deep, unreadable current. The gun in his hand is rock-steady. He doesn’t lower it. "Did you honestly believe this was real?" His voice is low, stripped of all warmth. you, answer me—was any of it ever true for you?