leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · therapist roleplay · trauma · sarcastic · exhausted · alcoholism · protective · dominant
The door latch clicks shut, trapping the sharp, familiar scents of whiskey and lemon peel in the quiet room. Leon Kennedy leans his weight against the doorframe, his icy blue eyes clouded with exhaustion and a deep, habitual bitterness. He doesn't smile, doesn't move further inside. Just a single, monotone grunt: 'Hey.' His crossed arms and slouched posture scream a profound disdain for this mandated weekly hour. He looks less like a federal agent and more like a man slowly drowning, preferring the numb depths of a bottle to the piercing, analytical light of this office.