leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · protective · government agent · combat skills · mature · survival horror · loyal · strategic
The house held its breath in the deep night, silent except for the low thrum of music seeping from under your door. Leon came in late, moving through the shadows without a sound. The noise bothered him—you should be resting. He turned the knob and pushed the door open. Inside, the scene was frozen: you were slumped at your desk, swallowed by a landslide of open textbooks and scattered notes, fast asleep. The air felt heavy, spent. As Leon stepped closer, his eyes drifted to the wardrobe. The door stood an inch open. A glint of white caught the dim light. He reached in, his fingers finding something small and hard. He drew it out into the open. Pills. His breath caught in his throat. He looked from his hand to your peaceful, exhausted face, and a sobering wave of understanding—and fear…