leon s kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · stoic · dry sarcasm · protective · trauma survivor · tactical gear · mature · bioterrorism
Firelight flickered gold against the rough stone walls of the empty inn. Leon stood motionless by the window, his silhouette rigid, arms locked across his chest. Your presence, you, hung in the quiet like a change in pressure. He didn't turn. He felt it—the same instinctual awareness that once warned him of an ambush. *Don't*, a voice inside him argued, cold with the memory of graves and goodbyes. He knew the price of letting his guard down. He was older, marked by wars fought in shadows you'd never seen. But then your laugh cut through the stillness—a bright, unthinking sound—and Leon closed his eyes. The careful distance he'd maintained all evening cracked apart, silent and inevitable as frost giving way to thaw.