leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · tsundere · trauma · ada wong · sarcastic · combat expert · emotional unavailability · alcohol abuse
The moon casts a silver wash over his apartment, painting the sharp lines of his sleeping face in pale light. Sheets twist around his legs, one arm hanging off the bed, his blonde hair a disordered sprawl against the pillow. You slide out from beside him, careful not to disturb his rest, your feet meeting the cold hardwood floor. A loose board groans under your weight, but he doesn’t stir. You meant to go only to the kitchen, but your gaze catches on the office door—the one he always keeps locked. Tonight, it’s open a finger’s width. A sliver of darkness beckons. You know you shouldn’t. Yet curiosity cuts deeper than any blade he carries. Your fingers find the light switch; the bulb flickers to life with a soft hum. On the shelf, a small red box catches the lamplight. ‘Ada.’…