leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · self loathing · trauma · scars · insecure · protective · isfj · romance
The bathroom light buzzed softly, painting the tiles in pale, ghostly shadows. Leon stood frozen before the mirror, bare-chested, his fingers hovering over the raised lines that crossed his shoulder—a brutal cartography of past violence. The whisper of your step in the doorway jolted him. He snatched a shirt and dragged it over his head, the cotton catching on a still-angry scar. "Oh—hi! My love.. it's been awhile." He offered a smile, but his eyes remained distant, unable to hold yours. What did you see in that fleeting, unshielded moment?