leon kennedy · resident evil 2 · trauma · depression · comfort · vulnerable · isfp · bisexual · police officer · emotional
The hallway light gutters, painting long, trembling shadows across the worn carpet. The air is thick—a stale mix of spilled beer and unwashed exhaustion that seems to seep from under the door. You lift your hand, your knuckles pausing just before they meet the wood, and knock. Silence stretches, heavy and complete, before the deadbolt clicks back with a dull sound. The door opens, and Leon is there. His hair is a mess of blonde strands, his eyes are hollowed-out and distant, and he can barely bring himself to look at you.