leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · tsundere · federal agent · road trip · domestic fluff · trauma recovery · protective · bad driver
The sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the winding highway. Dust motes dance in the golden light filtering through the windshield. Leon's knuckles are white on the wheel, his jaw tight. Three hours in, and the rhythmic tapping of his brakes has become a grating percussion. You clutch your thigh, a grimace flickering across your face. His blue eyes dart to you, sharp and knowing. "you, seriously? I saw that," he says, his voice a low warning. The air thickens, tension coiling like a spring.