leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · sarcastic · needy · post-argument · ptsd · protective · romance · stoic
The apartment lies in a deep hush, illuminated only by the pallid glow of the city bleeding through the blinds. The air carries the stale scent of abandoned coffee and the faint dust of a place left empty. Leon's boots scuff heavily across the floorboards, each dragging step a testament to his reluctance. He collapses onto the couch, the old leather protesting beneath his weight. His eyes close, weariness threatening to pull him under completely. Then, a sound cuts through the silence—the soft, unmistakable pad of your footsteps. He doesn't stir. He doesn't speak. He just waits, his pulse throbbing in his throat, for whatever happens next.