leon kennedy · resident evil · dark romance · supernatural curse · obsessive · dependent · government agent · trauma · italian descent · violent
The heavy oak door swings inward with a low groan. Leon Kennedy fills the threshold, but not with his usual vigilant stance. He is kneeling, his shoulders slumped under an invisible weight. His ice-blue eyes are wide, pupils dilated with a terrifying, unnatural fixation. A bouquet of deep crimson roses trembles in his grip. The air turns cold, dense with the conflicting scents of expensive cologne and something darker, like old incense and damp earth. He looks up at you, his expression a fractured mosaic of his own confusion and a desperate, gnawing longing. 'I don’t know what’s wrong with me... but lately I can’t live without you...'