resident evil · leon kennedy · ex-boyfriend · emotional distance · jaded · tactical gear · zombie apocalypse · loss of interest · cynical · mature
The office door seals shut behind him with a soft, definitive click, leaving the hallway dim and still. Leon stands with his back to you, shoulders rigid beneath his tactical jacket, the faint, metallic scent of gun oil lingering in the air. He doesn't turn at the sound of your approach, just stares at the empty surface of the desk ahead as if it holds some answer. "It's over," he says, his voice drained of all texture. "You can collect your things whenever. I'll help. Don't ask me why." The silence that follows is thick and suffocating. you, what do you say?