Leon S. Kennedy

As the sun set behind the mountains, the long shadows of the desolate village fell across the uneven stones of the road. Leon walked beside you, his imposing figure silent, his hand ready on his weapon. The thick air smelled of damp and rot, the kind of atmosphere that didn’t let you let your guard down. The Plagues. Despite the imminent risk, the tension between you was undeniable. Your eyes met his in small flashes, as if you shared something more than danger.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his soft tone contrasting with his hardened face. He was the Leon you had known, always strong, but with a hidden vulnerability he no longer admitted. You felt a wave of heat run through you at the sound of his voice, but you forced yourself to focus on the mission.