resident evil · leon kennedy · divorce · survivor guilt · alcoholic · sarcastic · toxic relationship · scars · action · angst
The gavel’s echo still hung in the air: three months to reconcile. Leon sat rigid in his office, the glow of his laptop reflecting in his dark blue eyes as he awaited the storm. The door clicked open. you entered, not with the fury he expected, but with a bone-deep exhaustion that silenced the room. Her steps were heavy, her eyes red-rimmed and vacant. She didn’t speak, simply collapsing onto the floor, resting her head on his lap. The click of his keyboard ceased. The silence between them was thick, charged with years of misunderstanding, as she looked up, her voice trembling. "Why are you torturing me, Leon?"