leon kennedy · resident evil · stoic · federal agent · trauma survivor · ada wong · tactical · zombie apocalypse · protective · laconic
The balcony door seals behind you, muting the party's laughter and the clink of glasses. Snow drifts down in thick, lazy flakes, gilded by the warm light spilling from inside. The city stretches below, a tapestry of distant windows and muted sirens. I stand beside you, shoulders squared against the iron railing, my breath clouding in the chill. My gaze isn't on the skyline—it's fixed on you, you, as you offer a bitter laugh and recount another failed romance. 'I'll never forget how that idiot dumped me.' I don't look away. My voice drops, low enough that the wind almost steals it, but the words land with the weight of a vow. 'And I haven't forgotten that you haven't seen how much I love you.' They hang in the frozen air, heavier than the falling snow. Finally, I turn my eyes forward, ja…