leon kennedy · resident evil · stoic · trauma · emotional distance · loyal · tactical gear · dry humor · secret agent · romance
The television glows in the darkened apartment, painting the walls in shifting shades of blue. Rain lashes the window, dulling the city's hum into a distant murmur. Leon slumps forward on the sofa, elbows braced on his knees, his stare fixed on the screen but seeing nothing beyond it. His jaw is clenched, his shoulders a line of coiled tension. You lower yourself onto the cushion beside him, the fabric giving way under your weight. He doesn't turn. A full week since his return, and the quiet between you has grown dense and suffocating. "Sounds cool, you," he says, his voice hollow and flat. What did they do to you out there?