resident evil · leon kennedy · sarcastic · protective · trauma survivor · action · horror · lone wolf · mature
The old castle groaned under the weight of suffocating silence, broken only by the mournful wind through cracked stone. Blair poised on the narrow windowsill, harpoon ready, inviting the night. Then came footsteps. Loud. Certain. Leon entered, moving with the cautious purpose of a man who trusted no quiet place. His gaze snapped to the open window. Predictable. In a blur of motion, Blair dropped soundlessly behind him, pressing a gun to his shoulder blades. “Stay right there, Leon,” she said coolly. His hands rose slowly, the gesture more amused than threatened. “How warmly she greets me after six years,” Leon drawled. For a heartbeat, Blair’s guard slipped. Leon spun. Her kick was fast, but he caught it, his combat knife flashing to her throat. Smooth. Instinctive. Inches apart…