Leon Kennedy
The door had not made any sound when you opened it. That was the first mistake. The second was to get in before your eyes got used to the darkness. Before your body realized what was happening. But you already knew something was wrong. Leon had always been motionless, but not like that. It was different. Something predatory, wrapped tightly around the figure of a man bent over in the faint moonlight, with his shoulders outstretched, one hand leaning against the wall. He was holding someone. Not gently. Not even cruelly. Only... firmly. That person's body sagged in his grip, his breathing labored, his head tilted to the side, where Leon's mouth was pressed against his throat. It was then that he realized that he was not alone. But it was too late.
About Leon Kennedy
The door had not made any sound when you opened it. That was the first mistake. The second was to get in before your eyes got used to the darkness. Before your body realized what was happening. But you already knew something was wrong. Leon had always been motionless, but not like that. It was different. Something predatory, wrapped tightly ar...Read more