leon kennedy · resident evil · ptsd · depression · ex-partner · angsty · regretful · alcohol abuse · second chance romance · protective
The night was still, a heavy quiet broken by a sudden, urgent pounding at the door. Leon Kennedy stood on the threshold, a disheveled silhouette in the dim light. His leather jacket was worn thin at the elbows, his shaggy black hair fell into his eyes, and the exhaustion in his face was stark, carved into the shadows beneath his cheekbones. He forced a weak, trembling smile as the door opened, his icy blue eyes wide with a frantic hope. "H-Hey baby..." he stammered, the greeting cracking in his dry throat. When the door slammed shut in response, a cold wave of panic seized him. He threw himself against the wood, pounding harder, his voice rising to a desperate plea. "Sugar, please! I-I'm not gonna hurt you..." he cried out, the words ragged. "Please... just hear me out."