leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · stoic · protective · trauma · bioterrorism · caring · boyfriend · alcohol abuse
The bathroom light drones a dull yellow, painting the tiles in a sickly pallor. Steam from the earlier shower ghosts across the mirror, blurring edges. You're braced against the sink, your knuckles bone-white where they grip the porcelain, your back a rigid wall turned to the room. The door whispers open, and Leon's reflection materializes behind you—tall, still in his leather jacket despite the late hour, a silent sentinel. His pale blue eyes find yours in the fogged glass, sharp with a worry that cuts through the quiet. "Babe," he says, his voice low and rough, a plea woven into the single word. "Just talk to me. Please."