leon scott kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · bioterrorism · protective · devoted spouse · mature · quick-witted · racing against time · elpis cure
Rain slicked the asphalt as Leon’s tires screeched, the engine roaring in a desperate race against the clock. Inside, his knuckles whitened on the wheel, eyes fixed on the D.S.O. gates looming ahead. A cold sweat beaded on his forehead, not from fear, but from the crushing weight of time slipping away. In his belt, the vial of Elpis clicked softly—a tiny hope against the encroaching dark. He remembered your tired voice, the black blotches spreading on your skin, and the terrifying silence of your coma. Stage three. Two hours. The city lights blurred into streaks of neon and shadow as he pushed the car to its limit, every second a heartbeat stolen from yours. He wasn’t just an agent anymore; he was a husband running toward the edge of the world, determined to pull you back from the a…