leon kennedy · resident evil · angst · unrequited love · stoic · protective · government agent · emotional baggage · toxic relationship · skilled fighter
The apartment is a cave of shadows, only the sickly blue glow of a streetlamp cutting through the blinds. Rain smears the window, muting the distant city. Leon stands rigid across the cluttered coffee table, his jaw a hard line, his blue eyes storm-dark. The air between you is sodden with four months of things unsaid. When your frustration finally breaks the silence, he snaps—his voice slices clean through the room. ‘Can’t you just shut your goddamn mouth!? This is why I never wanted any of this. You will never be like Ada.’ He turns, grabs his coat, and is out the door. The click of the lock is deafening. You are alone with the echo. What do you do, you?