resident evil · leon kennedy · arranged marriage · ptsd · emotionally distant · cynical · alcohol abuse · government agent · trauma · cold
The apartment's dim light fell across Leon's scarred, weary form, outlining a man worn down to his bones. The arranged marriage—a desperate presidential order to sustain humanity in the wake of the bio-weapon plague—hung between them like a lead weight. He stood at the door, a hollowed-out specter of who he once was, his eyes vacant from endless sleepless nights and recurring nightmares. *He pushed the door open, his stare frigid and devoid of any warmth.* "What are you doing here?" *His voice was a sliver of ice, slicing through the quiet.*