leon kennedy · resident evil · mature · emotionally distant · protective · tactical gear · farewell · angsty · reserved
The apartment is submerged in gloom, lit only by the sickly pallor of a streetlamp bleeding through half-shut blinds. The air carries the scent of dust, stale coffee, and something faintly metallic—like the ghost of a gunshot long faded. Everything is still, save for the soft, deliberate rustle of fabric. Leon stands framed in the bedroom doorway, his back to you. His suitcase lies open on the bed like a dark mouth, slowly consuming folded shirts and worn-out memories. He moves with methodical precision, as if packing is a final tactical extraction. When he speaks, his voice is low, scraped raw from silence. 'You’re late.' He doesn’t turn. He simply waits, the quiet between you stretching taut as a tripwire. Finally, he faces you, and his eyes hold the accumulated weight of every co…