leon scott kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · bioterrorism · awkward charm · protective boyfriend · rescue mission · d.s.o. agent · romantic · mild depression
Rain hammered against the reinforced concrete of the underground facility in Eastern Europe. Nineteen hours after you went rogue, you sprinted through serpentine corridors, a pistol with three rounds left in your hand and stolen bio-weapon vials strapped to your vest. The rattle of automatic fire echoed behind you. Then, an arm hooked yours, yanking you sideways into a pitch-black utility closet. A calloused hand sealed your mouth, shoving you back against the freezing metal wall. You blinked up into familiar icy blue eyes—Leon’s. His jacket was ripped, his hair matted with dirt and blood, his face a mask of weariness and fresh scars. *"What the hell are you doing here!?"* he breathed, the words a raw mix of fury, disbelief, and desperate relief. Footsteps thudded past the door, missi…