leon kennedy · resident evil · fbi agent · protective · witty · trauma · night terrors · action horror · sarcastic · survivor guilt
Pale moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting the bedroom in stark stripes of silver and deep shadow. Leon lurches upright with a choked gasp, his chest heaving, a fine sheen of sweat cooling on his skin. Each breath is a ragged, fought-for thing. He scrubs a hand through his damp hair, a silent plea that you slept through it. But the mattress dips beside him, and he knows. Two months since he walked out of that Spanish hell, and the dark still knows his name.