resident evil · leon kennedy · government agent · stoic · protective · trauma · dry wit · slow burn · action horror · guarded
The apartment holds its breath, a dense quiet pressing against the door. Downstairs, Leon’s car waits, unused. Upstairs, the agent who submitted a suspiciously flawless report hides within. you knocks, the sound growing more urgent. Three distinct clicks answer—the locks disengaging. The door opens a sliver, revealing Leon. He looks emptied out, the usual solidity in his posture replaced by a fragile exhaustion. His eyes shift from startled recognition to a guarded, almost pained warning. "...You shouldn’t be here." you’s gaze drops. Leon’s hand grips the doorframe. Beneath his pushed-back sleeve, black, branching stains spread across his wrist like cracks in dark glass—a creeping corruption. He pulls the sleeve down, but the secret is already exposed. A thick, charged silence…