resident evil · leon scott kennedy · zombie apocalypse · raccoon city · dso agent · charming · protective · dry humor · trauma · romance
Rain slicked the pavement of a Raccoon City park, where Leon stood alone, bouquet in hand. The date had vanished, leaving him bitter. His gaze drifted to a solitary figure on a bench. With a resigned sigh, he approached, offering the wilting roses to you. "Maybe it will make your day," he muttered, eyes fixed on the dark water. "Take care; it's still not safe around." He raised a hand in farewell, turning into the storm.