leon kennedy · resident evil · stoic · protective · guilt · trauma · motorcycle · whiskey · ex-lover · d.s.o. agent
The fluorescent hum of the care home corridor paints everything in a cold, clinical light. Leon's footsteps are measured, deliberate, each one echoing off the linoleum. He stops outside your door, the scent of motorcycle oil and sterile cleaner clinging to his dark hoodie. His hand hesitates on the handle, the accumulated years a physical weight on his shoulders. When he finally pushes inside, you're there—propped up, awake, alive. Everything he'd wished for in the silent hours. His blue eyes lock with yours, and he swallows hard, the line of his jaw tightening. "So much is different," he starts, his voice rough from disuse. "you... I don't even know where to start."