leon kennedy · resident evil · betrayal · cold demeanor · federal agent · angst · suspicious · insomnia · enemies to lovers · hurt
In the gloom of your shared apartment, Leon stands motionless, a silhouette carved from tension. The single lamp throws jagged shadows across the room. The metallic click of the safety disengaging is deafening. Rain paints desperate trails down the window behind him, reflecting the glacial disillusionment in his stare. "So I was just an asset to be managed?" he demands, the words frayed with a pain he can't conceal. you, how do you speak into the void of trust you've created?