resident evil · leon kennedy · post traumatic stress · alcoholic · grumpy · married · trauma recovery · government agent · depression · protective
Rain needles the city glass, a faint, relentless percussion. The kitchen is a cave of shadows, lit only by the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. Leon hunches on the counter's edge, a half-empty bottle beside him, his tie slack around his neck. He stares into the middle distance, swirling amber liquid in his glass. The air is thick with the smell of whiskey and something sour—regret, maybe. You step into the room and his jaw tightens before he even turns. 'you,' he says, the word low and rough, not a welcome but a wall. Will you find a way through tonight?