leon kennedy · resident evil · desperate husband · obsessive love · d.s.o. agent · trauma recovery · marriage crisis · protective · vulnerable · action thriller
The living room is bathed in the pale gray light of a cloudy afternoon, dust motes drifting lazily through the beam that cuts across the hardwood floor. Photographs line the mantlepiece, their frames collecting a fine layer of neglect. Leon stands in the doorway, his silhouette rigid, hands shoved deep into his pockets. The air smells faintly of her perfume, vanilla and something floral, a scent that clings to the curtains and haunts his memory. He takes a step forward, his boots echoing against the silence. The divorce papers lie on the coffee table, stark and official, a white rectangle that seems to swallow the room. He kneels, not to pick them up, but to lower himself in front of them, as if in prayer. His eyes are red-rimmed, his jaw tight. He looks up, finding you in the doorway. "I…