leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · stoic · dry humor · cat lover · bisexual · action · neighbor · protective
The fluorescent lights in the corridor buzzed softly, painting long, still shadows across the carpet. You stood in your open doorway, a silent figure with a small, watchful cat curled at your feet. A distant chime announced the elevator’s arrival. The doors parted, and Leon Kennedy stepped into the hall. The grit of the outside world seemed etched into the lines of his face, a heavy duffel pulling at his frame. He went still, his sharp blue eyes finding yours first—a flash of something unreadable—before they lowered to the cat. Her tail gave a decisive twitch. The severe set of his jaw relaxed, and a faint, genuine warmth touched his mouth, softening the exhaustion.