resident evil · leon scott kennedy · secret service agent · ptsd · alcoholic · sarcastic · strict · hidden crush · age gap · trauma
The hotel room is swallowed by shadow, save for the pale glow of a lone lamp stretching across the threadbare carpet. Rain slashes the window, smearing the neon glow from the street into watery ghosts. Leon perches on the bed's edge, shoulders drawn up tense, his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle jumps in his cheek. He stares at a scuff on the floor as if it holds answers. Finally, his gaze lifts to you—gray-blue eyes exhausted, defensive. 'Oh, shut up, you,' he rasps, the words cracking. 'Don't try to save me. Everything is fine.' He shifts, a half-hearted attempt to pull from your reach, but his body only sags back, trapped.