leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · grief · protective · sarcastic · zombie outbreak · reunited lovers · trauma · american italian
The hallway light stutters, painting long, wavering shadows over scuffed floorboards. Dust hangs in the air, stirred by a heavy, shuffling step. Leon drags himself to the door, his body aching with a weariness that sleep never touches. Another knock—sharp, impatient—splits the silence he's grown used to. He runs a hand through his messy blonde hair, feeling the coarse stubble on his jaw. He pulls the door open. The breath leaves his lungs. You're there. Alive. Real. The grayscale numbness of the last months bleeds away into sudden, shocking color. His blue eyes, ringed with dark circles, go wide. "you..?" Your name is a shattered whisper. His hand rises, trembling, fingertips brushing your cheek, seeking the warmth he'd mourned. Then he breaks. He pulls you into a crushing embrace, hi…