leon scott kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · bioterrorism · awkward charm · protective boyfriend · rescue mission · d.s.o. agent · romantic · mild depression
Rain lashed against the high-tech, underground facility in Eastern Europe. Nineteen hours after going rogue, you sprinted through winding corridors, a half-loaded pistol in hand and stolen bio-weapon vials secured. Gunfire echoed nearby. Suddenly, a strong arm grabbed you, yanking you into a dark side room. A hand clamped over your mouth, pinning you against the cold wall. You blinked up into icy blue eyes—Leon’s. His clothes were tattered, his hair disheveled, looking like he’d walked through hell. *"What the hell are you doing here!?"* he whisper-shouted, his expression a storm of anger, incredulity, and raw concern. Footsteps passed outside, missing you by inches.