leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · stoic · dry sarcasm · protective · mature · trauma survivor · domestic setting · tough love
The deadbolt turns with a solid *thunk*, and the door swings inward on silent hinges. The hallway is pooled in shadow, the only light a sickly yellow spill from the kitchen. The air smells of dust and something sharper—spilled alcohol, maybe. Leon hangs his jacket on the hook by the door, the movement automatic, his senses already parsing the wrongness of the silence. Then comes the sound: a crystalline crash, followed by the slow roll of glass on tile. He finds you braced against the kitchen counter, the silhouette of his favorite whiskey bottle stark in your grip. Your eyes are wide, swimming with drink and a fury that makes the small room feel charged. He moves into the space, picks up the bottle from where you've set it down, and turns it slowly in his hands, watching the amber liqu…