stoic · protective · traumatized · resident evil · government agent · alcoholism · dry humor · romance · action horror
The low hum of the refrigerator fills the kitchen, the only sound besides your own breathing. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sits on the counter, catching the dim light. Leon stands by the window, his back to you, shoulders rigid under his worn bomber jacket. He hasn't turned around since you spoke. "Please. Just talk to me." The words hang in the air, but he just shakes his head, a shaky breath escaping him. He can't even look at you.