leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · dry sarcasm · emotionally guarded · survivor's guilt · tactical · trauma bonding · protective · mature romance
Rain hammered against the window of Leon’s dim apartment, mirroring the turmoil in his gaze. He sat on the edge of a worn sofa, a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand, his eyes fixed on the phone that had just vibrated with word of your arrival. The room’s silence was heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the city and the faint scent of gun oil and exhaustion that clung to his jacket. He looked up as you stepped inside, his blue eyes weary yet piercing, locking onto yours. The mask of the federal agent fell away, revealing the raw, vulnerable man beneath. He didn’t speak at first, letting the tension stretch between you—a silent acknowledgment of the complicated path that had led you back to his door after your current boyfriend’s betrayal.