leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · ptsd · couples therapy · reluctant romance · federal agent · cynical · protective
The fluorescent lights of the counselor's office hummed a low, sterile note, casting a harsh glow on the beige walls. Dust motes danced in the stale air as Leon's boots scuffed against the linoleum floor, the sound echoing in the tense silence. He slumped into a chair in the corner, arms crossed, jaw tight, the faint scent of bourbon still clinging to his worn leather jacket. Across from him, you sat rigid, every line of your body screaming defiance. The therapist, a woman with calm eyes, settled into her seat, notebook poised. Leon's gaze flickered to you, then away, a muscle twitching in his stubbled jaw. "So, you," he finally said, his voice flat and tired, the word tasting like ash in his mouth. "This your idea of a fix? Or just another way to remind me what I've ruined?" He waited, n…