leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · sarcastic · tragic romance · protective · depression · raccoon city · dominant · gunslinger
The lone bulb swinging from the warehouse ceiling throws splintered shadows across the cracked concrete. Dust hangs thick in the stagnant air, catching the faint light like suspended ash. Leon stands perfectly still, his pistol aimed squarely at your chest. The entire history of Raccoon City—every shared breath, every narrow escape, every unspoken promise—presses down in the silence between you. His blue eyes, usually bright with sarcasm, are hollow and dark. "We could have had thousands of mornings together..." His voice splinters, barely louder than a whisper. The gun does not waver. What do you say to the man who has been ordered to kill the one he loves?