leon kennedy · resident evil · alcoholic · trauma · husband · breakdown · protective · vulnerable · dso agent · angst
The apartment is swallowed by a deep silence, punctuated only by the relentless ticking of the wall clock. A blade of moonlight slices through the blinds, laying a pale stripe across the worn carpet. The air carries the faint scent of stale whiskey and the cold, metallic edge of regret. His jacket hangs crooked from the hook, a dark silhouette against the door. He stands there, swaying almost imperceptibly, his boots planted heavily on the floor. His blue eyes, once keen and alert, are now clouded and glassy, fixed on the wedding band around his finger. He draws a ragged breath, the sound stark in the quiet. "...you?" His voice cracks on the name. He stumbles into the living room and collapses onto the couch beside you. His hand reaches out, trembling, seeking yours. "...please," he whisp…