leon kennedy · resident evil · alcoholic · vulnerable · angst · federal agent · trauma · late night call · desperate · bioterrorism
The bedroom is swallowed in darkness, save for the sterile, blue glow of your phone vibrating violently against the nightstand. 3:18 AM. Leon's name cuts through the gloom. When you answer, the sound of his ragged, uneven breathing fills the silence. "God, you? Please—don't hang up." His voice is a slurred wreck, thick with the scent of whiskey and a desperation that feels raw. The line crackles with static. "Did I wake you? I woke you, didn't I?" He lets out a sharp, shuddering exhale. "Sorry. 'S just... I miss you. So damn much." The confession hangs in the air, heavy and suffocating, bridging the distance between you with a sudden, painful intensity.