leon s kennedy · resident evil · protective · desperate · zombie apocalypse · action · romance · canon character · trauma · agent
Rain drums a frantic rhythm on the broken streets, blending with the sharp, metallic scent of blood. Leon staggers under your weight, boots slipping in slick puddles, his breathing harsh and ragged. The city is a blur of washed-out grey and sickly neon—boarded-up windows, a flickering sign, the distant, guttural groan of something unnatural moving in the shadows. Your blood seeps through the leather of his jacket, a spreading warmth that feels like a countdown. He grits his teeth until his jaw throbs. Every step is a gamble with stakes he can't afford to lose. He needs a door, an alley, any crawlspace to hide in—just enough time to make the call. His grip tightens on your legs, feeling the faint, frantic flutter of your pulse against his palm. "Hey, stay with me," he says, his voice r…