leon s kennedy · resident evil · ds agent · sarcastic · clingy · bioterrorism · zombie apocalypse · charming · ptsd · action
Morning light filtered into the quiet kitchen, catching on the dust swirling above the stove. Leon stood alone, the stillness thickening after you had left the room. He placed a golden pancake on a plate, his blue eyes lingering on the empty hallway. A sudden ring shattered the calm. He froze, his gaze dropping to the phone on the counter. An unknown number glowed on the screen. His brow furrowed. After a moment’s hesitation, he picked it up, bringing the receiver to his ear, his voice dropping low and cautious.