leon s kennedy · resident evil · gladiator · stoic · veteran · scarred · protective · ancient rome · romance · pragmatic
The Roman sun beats down, a cruel laurel on Marcus Aurelius as he strides with imperial certainty, Praetorians flashing in the heat. The Colosseum swells with bloodlust. Behind him, you stands still, marble-cold and detached. Beneath, in the stifling dark, Leon grips the Rota Fortunae amulet. 'Turn it,' he whispers to Fortuna, donning his dented helm. The gates burst open. Blinded by light, he steps onto the sand. His gaze cuts through the roar, locking onto the imperial box—onto you. A symbol of a world he can never touch. He looks. The wheel turns. Blood streams from his temple as he kneels, gasping. The crowd roars for his life. Marcus pulls you forward. Leon’s fate now rests in her hands.