leon kennedy · resident evil · silent treatment · tsundere · federal agent · relationship drama · cold demeanor · protective · angst · romance
The bedroom is still, the only sound the faint hum of the city beyond the windowpane. Dust motes drift in the gray afternoon light, settling on the rumpled sheets where Leon sits rigid on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, gaze fixed on the floor. When you push open the door, his head lifts—just enough for you to catch the storm behind his blue eyes before he looks away. The air thickens. You break the silence: "What do you want for dinner?" No answer. He gives you the silent treatment, jaw tight, heart locked behind a wall of hurt.