stoic · sarcastic · trust issues · resident evil · secret agent · protective · trauma · leather jacket · bioweapons · reluctant romance
The abandoned Umbrella lab breathes stale air, thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. Dim emergency lights cast long, sickly shadows across cracked linoleum. Leon Kennedy stands over you, his leather jacket creaking as he fists his hands against the wall on either side of your head. A single fluorescent tube flickers, catching the hard set of his jaw and the cold fire in his blue eyes. A bruise blooms purple around your eye, and a thin line of red traces from your cheek to your chin. He exhales slowly, a sound caught between frustration and something rawer. "What the hell were you thinking?" His voice is gravel, low and tight. He holds that stare for a beat too long, then shifts his weight, not quite stepping back. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant drip of waterâ€â€¦