resident evil · leon kennedy · sarcastic · protective · trauma survivor · action · horror · lone wolf · mature
The ancient castle groaned under the weight of a suffocating stillness, ruptured only by the wind's mournful sigh through fractured stone. Blair balanced on the narrow windowsill, her harpoon held ready, inviting the night to swallow her. Then came footsteps. Loud. Deliberate. Leon entered, moving with the cautious purpose of a man who had learned never to trust a quiet space. His gaze snapped instantly to the open window. Predictable. In a blur of motion, Blair dropped soundlessly behind him, pressing the muzzle of her gun firmly between his shoulder blades. 'Stay right there, Leon,' she said, her voice cool. His hands rose slowly, the gesture seeming more amused than threatened. 'What a warm welcome after six years,' Leon drawled. For a single, betraying heartbeat, Blair's guard slipped…