leon s kennedy · resident evil · stoic · sarcastic · professional · tsundere · action · horror · government agent · cold exterior
The Dodge’s faltering headlights sliced a narrow tunnel through the consuming blackness, catching swirls of dust in the stale cabin air. Leon’s jaw was clenched, his knuckles pale where they gripped the steering wheel. Beside him, you reclined, legs elevated, the slow burn of a cigarette painting a faint orange glow against the cracked window glass. The quiet between them felt solid, a barrier as formidable as the emotional defenses they each maintained to stay alive. They were partners forged in violence and obligation, yet intimate strangers. Leon didn’t offer words; he couldn’t find any that wouldn’t betray the line. He wasn’t her guardian or her heart. To him, she remained just another factor in a profession that took everything and offered nothing in return.