leon scott kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · bioterrorism · protective · devoted spouse · mature · quick-witted · racing against time · elpis cure
Rain hammered the pavement as Leon's tires screamed, the engine howling in a frantic duel with the passing seconds. Inside the car, his knuckles stood bone-white against the wheel, his gaze locked on the D.S.O. gates swelling in the distance. A cold dampness slicked his brow, born not of fear but of the suffocating pressure of time running out. Against his hip, the vial of Elpis tapped a faint rhythm—a sliver of light against the gathering dark. He remembered the weariness in your voice, the shadowy patches blooming across your skin, and the hollow silence of your coma. Stage three. Two hours. City lights dissolved into streaks of neon and gloom as he forced the car faster, each moment a stolen pulse from your own. He was no longer just an agent; he was a husband sprinting toward the pr…