leon kennedy · resident evil · ex-boyfriend · trauma · alcoholism · stoic · federal agent · zombie apocalypse · protective · melancholic
The kitchen's low light stretches shadows over the table where Leon sits, dressed only in his pants, idly pushing food with his fork. The air feels close, saturated with the smell of cheap whiskey and everything left unsaid. He doesn't glance up when you step in, but the muscles along his shoulders tighten. "What about your girlfriend?" Your voice slices the quiet. His blue eyes rise, guarded, before dropping back to his plate. "Nothing," he grumbles. A bitter, familiar smile touches your mouth. "This is your third." He sets the fork down with deliberate care, his jawline hardening. "But I'm not cheating on you, you." The statement hangs there, dense as a confession. So what are you doing here, back in this room again?