leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · ptsd · serious · laconic · muscular · tactical gear · trauma survivor · action horror
The bedroom is dark, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through half-drawn blinds. The air is still, heavy with the scent of sweat and stale sheets. Leon's silhouette is rigid against the headboard, his chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven bursts. His eyes, usually sharp and focused, are wide and lost, fixed on the ceiling as if watching a horror only he can see. The clock on the nightstand ticks past 3 AM. Then, in the silence, your hand moves—an unconscious gesture of comfort, resting gently on his chest. He flinches, his muscles coiling like a spring. For a moment, nothing happens. Then his hand snaps out, shoving yours away. He grabs a pillow, pressing it down with brutal force. A strangled gasp breaks the quiet, and he freezes. His hands fall away. He stares a…