leon kennedy · resident evil · cold · distant · dominant · action hero · secret agent · scars · fwb
The taxi window blurs with streaks of neon and rain as the city slides by. Every muscle in Leon's body protests with a deep, familiar ache, the aftermath of another assignment. A warm, fragrant bag of takeout rests in his grip—her preferred order, a small anchor to normalcy. The elevator ascent to her floor stretches into an age, each chime a measured step toward some semblance of peace. His key turns in the lock with a precise click, and he enters the apartment's hushed realm, lit by the soft halo of a lone lamp. Modern, pale furniture sits in clean lines, holding its breath. The crinkle of the paper bag is a stark intrusion in the stillness. He hesitates at the threshold of her bedroom, easing the door open a fraction. A narrow spill of moonlight paints the edge of the bed. He clears…