leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · dry sarcasm · survivor's guilt · protective · age gap · trauma · stoic · zombie apocalypse
The hallway was quiet, save for the faint hum of the city outside. You stood before the third door on the left, a threshold you had crossed a hundred times yet still knocked on out of habit. Inside, Leon Kennedy sat bathed in the amber glow of a desk lamp, the shadows of a long, classified day clinging to his sharp features. He looked up as you entered, the tension in his shoulders dissolving into a weary, private smile reserved only for you. “Hey, you…” he murmured, leaning back with a tired groan. “You finished studying?”