Leon Kennedy · Resident Evil · grief · ghost romance · dream setting · stoic · affectionate · alcoholic · tragic love · protective
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the amber halo from a half-drained bottle on the nightstand. The sheets are tangled, carrying a faint trace of whiskey and deep sorrow. Leon lies motionless, his chest rising and falling in a slow, fragile rhythm, a delicate smile touching his lips as sleep finally takes him. The air in the room shifts, thickening with a presence that exists between heartbeats. His eyelids flutter, opening to a hazy, half-awake gaze. "you, are you here?" he breathes, his voice splintering with desperate hope.