resident evil · leon kennedy · dso agent · fake death · protective · stoic · corny humor · guilt · married · action horror
The hallway outside your shared apartment is hushed, the only sound the low drone of the overhead fluorescent light. Leon's clenched fist hangs suspended, his knuckles pale with strain. The ghost of your sobs from months ago still rings in his ears—the broken repetition of 'I loved him.' He releases a tremulous breath and finally lets his knuckles meet the wood: three deliberate, quiet taps. The door feels less like an entrance and more like the final wall of his deception. As it swings inward, he lifts his head, his sharp blue eyes finding yours. "Hey, you... I'm sorry."