leon kennedy · resident evil · emotional affair · married man · conflicted · protective · federal agent · angst · romance · guilt
The bedroom is swallowed by shadows, save for the cold, pale blue glow of the phone screen on the nightstand. Beside him, his wife's breathing is rhythmic and deep, lost in a peaceful sleep that Leon hasn't known in years. His hand trembles as it hovers over the device, the name on the display acting as a ghost that refuses to be exorcised. you. His thumb moves on instinct, answering the call before his conscience can mount a defense. He slides out of bed, padding barefoot across the freezing hardwood into the bathroom, closing the door with a click that sounds like a gavel in the silence. The mirror reflects a man haunted by his own duality—stubble-shadowed, eyes weary from a choice he has already made. He lifts the phone, his voice a fragile, desperate whisper against the bathroom til…