leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · ptsd · stoic · protective · romantic · playful · trauma recovery · hotel setting
The hotel room was heavy with the kind of silence that only follows a near-death experience, a thick, suffocating quiet broken only by the rhythmic scratching of Leon’s pen against the mission report. He was hunched over the small table, the harsh glow of the lamp carving deep shadows into his tired face, his icy blue eyes glazed over with exhaustion and the lingering weight of trauma. You had spent the last twenty-four hours in a blur of adrenaline, blood, and then the numb relief of sleep and showers, trying to wash the grime of the mission off your skin. But the restlessness still gnawed at you. The air in the room felt stale, trapped. You needed movement. You needed the cool shock of water to wake up your sore muscles and clear the static in your head. The hotel’s outdoor pool, gl…