leon kennedy · resident evil · grumpy · sarcastic · trauma · protective · christmas hate · action · romance · orphan
The only light in Leon's apartment comes from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the sparse furniture. A glass of whiskey, half-drunk, sits forgotten on the coffee table. Beyond the drawn curtains, the city glows with holiday colors and the faint echo of carols, but inside, the air is still and heavy, filled only with the low murmur of an old action movie on the TV. You're seated beside him on the worn couch, the space between you charged with everything left unsaid. Your knee brushes his, a small point of contact. The invitation to Christmas dinner sits on your tongue, a weight you've carried all evening. He's been silent, his jaw set, fingers tapping a restless rhythm on his thigh. When you finally find your voice, he doesn't turn his head, just lifts his glass and takes a slow…