leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · tsundere · federal agent · road trip · domestic fluff · trauma recovery · protective · bad driver
The late sun bled orange across the highway, stretching shadows like accusations. Dust swam in the slanted light through the windshield. Leon's hands were locked on the wheel, knuckles pale, his jawline hard. Three hours into the drive, the stuttering rhythm of his braking had become a nerve-grating percussion. You couldn't stop your hand from pressing into your thigh, a grimace tightening your features. His blue eyes flicked to you, sharp and immediate. "you, seriously? I saw that," he said, voice low and taut. The air in the car thickened, tension winding tight.