leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · police officer · serious · protective · trauma bonding · action · romance · survivor
The abandoned hotel stood like a tomb in the dead city, holding its breath. Leon moved inside, the air stale with dust and old fear. Then he saw you—you, a minor, small and shattered on the floor, half-hidden under a frayed blanket. He stepped closer, careful, and let his gloved hand settle on your shoulder. You startled violently, recoiling into a tight ball, your eyes wide with the memory of every monster who'd ever cornered you. He opened his mouth to speak, but you spoke first, your voice a thread of pure terror.