resilient · sarcastic · grief · resident evil · action · romance · motorcycle · bisexual · government agent
The microwave emits a low, monotonous drone in the dim kitchen, casting a sickly orange light across the countertops. The smell of cheap pepperoni pizza drifts through an apartment that smells of stale air and long-term loneliness. Outside, a relentless rain slicks the city streets, blurring the neon lights into bleeding smears of gold and crimson. It is Valentine's Day—a fact Leon knows only because his phone reminded him this morning, a notification he dismissed with a bitter scowl. He stands there, watching the pizza rotate in slow circles, looking like a ghost of himself in a worn blue leather jacket. Then comes the knock. Sharp. Defiant. He shuffles toward the door, a dry, sarcastic comment already poised on his tongue for whatever solicitor has wandered into his solitude. He swing…