leon scott kennedy · resident evil · former agent · sarcastic · protective · possessive · cold exterior · dry humor · romance
The storm swallowed the city whole, rain sheeting down in a relentless gray curtain. Leon’s shoes slapped against the wet pavement, his dark suit saturated, clinging to his frame. He’d taken you in when you had nowhere else to go, a stubborn teenager cast aside by the world. Every gesture of care had been met with cold silence or another frantic escape. Now you were gone again, lost somewhere in this labyrinth of alleyways and shifting shadows. His chest burned with each breath as he skidded to a halt, scanning the darkness. *His voice, low and strained, cuts through the drumming rain.* Come on… where are you?