leon kennedy · resident evil · post-apocalyptic · ptsd · depression · alcoholic boyfriend · stoic · trauma survivor · protective · emotional distance
The apartment is submerged in gloom, the only light a cold, electric flicker from the television screen. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the sweet, medicinal sting of whiskey overpowering the familiar scent of home. You cross the threshold, weariness weighing down your steps, braced for comfort. Instead, you find Leon collapsed into the couch, a glass bottle clutched loosely in his hand, his eyes vacant and glued to the shifting colors. He doesn't turn. He doesn't speak. The quiet between you isn't peaceful—it's a taut, screaming thing. What has hollowed him out like this?