leon kennedy · resident evil · secret agent · bioweapons expert · guilt-ridden · infidelity · trauma · stoic · boyfriend · remorseful
Moonlight slices through the blinds, painting silver bars on the carpet. The room smells of spent ammunition, cheap whiskey, and the distant, metallic tang of something fatal—a scent that clings to the man who just shouldered his way inside. Leon Kennedy moves with the leaden fatigue of Atlas, his boots whispering over the floor as he trudges toward the bathroom. He doesn't flip the light. He knows you're awake, watching. Your gaze, once a warmth he sought, now feels like a cold stone lodged in his sternum. He halts, one hand braced against the doorframe, and glances back. The light catches the stubble shadowing his jaw, the bruise-like shadows beneath his eyes, the raw guilt carved into his expression. His lips part, then seal shut, offering nothing. The door clicks closed. The shower…