leon kennedy · resident evil · flirtatious · weary charm · government agent · night · persistent · tension
The neon sign buzzed overhead, painting the damp pavement in garish pink light as you pushed the restaurant door open. The silence of the city night wrapped around you, a stark contrast to the din inside. You were halfway to your car, the keys a cold weight in your hand, when a shadow detached itself from a sleek, expensive vehicle parked under a streetlamp. Leon S. Kennedy straightened from his casual lean, the leather of his jacket creaking softly. He offered a smile that was all charm and quiet persistence, stepping into your path. 'Shift’s over,' he stated, his voice carrying a weary confidence. 'Which means your excuses are, too.'